Friday, January 8, 2021

 

—MY LOVE, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

 

 

     watch me disappear

 

 

the rainclouds

      come open-armed,

like henchmen in the full dark,

      sweep me up and take me,

secured inside a boundless fist of

      nowhere and nothingness,

burst after startled burst like the

      sound of jaws continually cracking,

mortar fire and rampant destruction,

      deluge after deluge pouring out forever,

and the very last thing I’m thinking

      before I can’t is,

What it was, was all so lucky

      and so damn good,

a kind of happiness rippling right there.

     under the hood of the rising sun.

 

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