Monday, July 20, 2015

The Bamboo Hut, Vol. 2, Number 1, September 2014

forbidden to leave
until her plate was empty
she learned
to binge and purge
her hungry life away

you made me
a heart with your hands
all my rough edges
sanded smooth

we replay
our lowest notes
over and over
these blues wailing
through harmonica bones

the ring
of your heart's bell
grief echoing
through this canyon
calling me to prayer

after the storm
you gathered shreds
of the garden
my bleeding heart
in the small of your hand

shearing back
the forget-me-nots
we planted
beside the sun dial
time and I stand still

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