Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Fascicle [12]


It is the urgency that must be attended.
I don’t know love’s configuration
when absent. I am not even I. The load
of love. The spell of presence.

Vex the space that woos time to a stop.
There is no other language: 
The tree outside your window. A storm
inside that pours gently over leaves.

(11 September 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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