musings

and
will I hear you in
echoes of wings or rain
in fireflies (lightning bugs?
Nimita, hotaru, a thousand other words
all as powerful as lightning bolts)
and
we bleed ink
skin stretched paperthin
and broken down beneath the pen
the needle

would this be
another four letter word?
genteel, obscene, beautiful
visceral
found in the taste
of blackberries, summer,
sweet/sour memories:
loss, pain, love
hope

(I want to walk
as a chameleon
indecipherable from the scenery
at home wherever I might go
when no place is
unknown)

and when our dead
walk (shamble, stroll-
they have no need for hurry)
there will be no words
no lightning bolts
only cold quiet
broken by the sound
of footsteps