Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Few of us are

entirely present in one place.
Brother, counsel me not with circumlocution
as I apply every ounce of meaning to your advice.
I take the course of action you recommend.
I take the liability to say something funny.
The beautiful dally, composing their conversation
I soak in climates incidental to my search for you,
my Lord.
I see the scarecrow dance his worries away
in a jiffy.
I see you descend in a cloud to greet me,
my love,
as I climb the steps of the church
with the prospect of water
on one side of the highway.

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