Mar 20

Pebble Drop

Drop the dance beat
carry your heart upon your marred white sleeve

Blood chides the cold

I listen to birds
I don't listen to birds
I hear the birds whether I want to or not

Turn the soil
breathe
in this new time

Center of the floor
pebbles swept under rugs
time swept under pebbles
pebbles up on time

Baby water choked on smoke
does not breathe with the birds