I
Rust thing against rot
Thing against resting skin red
Cheery parallel
Lines the blinds of grey once gold
Then wood between me and sand.
II
I spit into lines
Those cherries sum the blossoms
I would and they wood
Now grow pink and red and brown
Above, aground, and around.
III
Blue to red plant it
In sand like sugar island
Cherry pits, almonds,
And amygdala gallop
Down the lines of the old boards.
IV
Cheery the stone fruit
Juice of thinking skin and spit
Wrinkles to splinters
Mouths erase months though I think
To the seeds parallel lives.
XI
Rust thing again rot
thing again resting the skin
Desire sing the mouths
Erase months sure the climate
Change so the gallant trees grow.
These poems are dedicated to TM Burns.
Image credit: brx0
