I’ve not really be all that productive/creative lately. I’ve had a tiny spurt. We’ll see where this goes.
And here is the poem…
baptized in
the mud
of main street
mother's milk
from dust storms
eyes caked
and coughed
rich
soil for weeks
these open skies
bleed wet,
skeleton
hang flesh
for everything is
stagnant or stale
inside
i kept
secrets
from
rain
every drop
cursing
promises i
never made
she kept
and found
avenue to
path
rails between
raindrops
should we
follow this line
through contour of
land
through twelve
miles of kansas
eight states
away three
hours
bathed in the blood
of desert rain
clouds screaming fire
drying eyes
held hands fast
to this
concrete
ribbon a lifetime
