Sunday, January 18, 2015

Deuteronomy 2: In Writing

As you walk the haunted land
Don’t turn off the path
Don’t pick the fruit
Don’t suck its succulence
Don’t wing your fingers through the waving wheat
Don’t cup the pool
Don’t drink deep
Don’t long for its wet icy sweet
Don’t press the springy soil
Don’t lie in its embrace
Don’t want
Don’t take.

Give the cold glint of silver
watch it refract back
till both hands are filled
and you have with not having

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