Saturday, April 24, 2010

St. Fidelis of Sigmaringen

when the wind stopped blowing,

I stood up, brushed the pollen

away from the curve of my hip.

have I told you that I dream

you are a shepherd? I am a sheep

and you skin me.

I leave behind

piles of earthy clouds.

I can’t say that I didn’t

see this coming. I don’t know

how to hold you or anything else.

when a volcano comes to town,

there’s enough ash to cover the sun.

I keep sleeping because

there is no light to wake me.

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