JOAN
From JOAN
I spent all my loneliness with you here
speaking in turn to the isle of grass
the velvet-eared cattle & the sawgrass spines
as the coin of sun declined each day I closed the
gates to the field & tomatoes grew in the dark
like the blushing minds of yawning children
guttered candles spilled their pinebrushed light
and bells spelled out the path to vespers
a cold wind blew in blusters upon my spine
& I had more thoughts than there were rocks in the river
but they weren’t heavy to me
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