-There is no Why.- <br />wet walnuts, mellow daffodils <br />sozzled <br />a vat of cider simmering psalms <br />smeddum, green aluminum, rhododendrons <br />childhood lore of fissured concrete: <br />if you step on a crack, you’ll break your back. <br />whinnies of a newborn foal, the gentle <br />moon-eyed mother: gli amanti azzuri <br />snake eggs incubated in manure <br />Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. <br /> <br />simple stones circling <br />Triumph! <br />a thicket of swollen light swallowed by the moon, <br />florescent pink ink & salubrious sea air <br />earthy hands reaching <br />red clay residue <br />a glob of black-vermilion <br />can’t remember names can’t <br />piece together letters can’t can’t <br />think raindrops on the window dry-dry. the sky <br />in July, the dark corners in October, the sunlit <br />snow of February, fresh winter berries <br />a crocus unfurling where <br />water tastes like blood, full of iron <br />laughter, lyrical and languid. <br />I know I know I know <br />before you told me this brick house <br />will be curves & <br />dashes - the artist said: everything can be reduced <br />to lines…geometric shafts of light throbbing thunder <br />in the wind, a canto of whispers, celadon upholstery and <br />an acoustic guitar, spatial knots spiriting <br />marble disquiet, chiseled 1844-1863 <br />at traffic lights rows of power in names <br />to children-stealing goblins my grandmother <br />stares when I peel grapefruit with nimble fingers <br />uprooting porous rinds cut down too many times <br />mist in the mountains floating You must sit. <br />No. You must sit. No. No. No. Kudzu: besmirched <br />invasive species of my heart now <br />we must shear the alpacas.<br /><br />Indigo Hawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heap-of-random-images/
