life is not finished yet

this time between the times

the bones between the flesh

mute or stinking


another thought has come

crumpled but poised

crouching between the eyebrows

of have and had


slick and unyielding this

tricky business of friendship

of unposted letter-lives

hiding in lairs of uncertainty


where the dark and damp

find the warm and humble

sucking from the teet

of forgiveness breathing


toward a resolution

a day-night hour

pretends to see the unseen

tucked under a quivering branch


and just when the first bird

alights with song at the ready

the branch gives in and

dancing leaves meet waiting ground




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