Thursday, April 02, 2009

Chicago Lyre

your blue flame

so do
not blame

the coal man
who fills
the gray bin

or the red brick
that warms
your face

do not harm
your faithful cow
that kicks the trace

instead embrace
the fire-threads
that embroider
green dreams
with yellow
and the inner star
that singes
blue moons

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Did I ever tell you, that you always make me think, with your words written?
You know how I've taken this? It's like with my scribbles.Sometimes I just want to be free of such, without her always poking me in the ribs at night or whispering in my ear, but really I should just embrace her and be grateful that she's there at all.