Monday, November 19, 2012

I wonder was it then or was it now

I wonder was it then or was it now
that I was in love? Inside the small kitchen
I could smell her body, I could smell her when
she slept and dreamt. The Western wind blows

in the tops of trees, I cannot figure how
her mystery sustains me. Wobbling hens
and other birds are talking in the silken
dew of morning. I can hear the brown cows

singing near the bayou, singing again
about the changing weather. She's a fever
I can't absolve my self of, she's a bargain

that none should pass. I wonder if she ever
sang like the low clouds? The soft terrain
answers the heaven from above the river.

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