For returns & realizations
For returns & realizations:
Dizzy at dawn
you are a broken reliquary
your little sticks
bones
all over the floor.
Isn’t it awfully amazing how much more of life
is left?
You eat of the moon
of many bright beads
of the wind
which carries love-particles of pear blossoms
& the thrashing candelabras of pine trees
smearing the sky with western gold.
The sanctuary of your chest
little sticks suspended in that glorious mess
a nest
a red bird that comes & goes
& is only sometimes
kind of
100% yours.
xo MARA
..."Only sometimes kind of 100% yours"... 💙
... "the thrashing candelabras of pine trees
smearing the sky with western gold"...