Monday, September 12, 2016

fragment





fragment 9.12

almost weightless
in the cold deep
light pierces stillness
only a heart
beating.
calm
suspended here it is almost as if
you. never. existed.

almost as if
my name had never been spoken
by the viper's tongue--

you could never have known
the weight of stones I carried
(and cherished), each one
sinking,
silent
to the depth of this spring
that will never cease
 to love