Do you remember the old sounds?
Let’s put a paw up and funnel them in.
The silent prayer of a pebble.
The bright August bursts of Ha!
Abundance conquers all
in the shape of whistles and waves and even ants have families.
Do you hear it?
Teach me water, the sun is here–
paint me all the early joys
and meet me at the bottom of things,
where the door opens.
Who steps in? What door?
Does it wiggle?
Take your shoes off and step through–
I’ll caress your shapely wound.
Tell your pain, the owl has ears.
I’ll be your Duke of Willows, King of Mud.
Then, kiss me a blackberry
stain your lips
rich with desire around my…
a sweetlings gift.
Flow me your inscrutable peach
and dive me silver
deep like whale
I’m no pond to cross.
The wind forgives, a birdlet flies free.