Wednesday, October 12, 2011

a body for all seasons

In the color of
forgotten organs,

deep mottled tissues, I find

a world diseased in
joy


in only seeing the edge
of things, I climb up

winter through fall,
planning

the tracks I have yet to make

in yielding snows


my gray body sings
even though its

skin is sloughed into
the sky

I am a dappled season,
the fragrance of rot

firmly loved, utterly welcomed

for its shameless ability
to change

My organs are hidden

in laughing caverns
wearing their colors as though they were crows




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