NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)

You and I have grown past love

the way a child grows past a sweater 

or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots

You and I have fished for love 
the way a ‘coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out

in shameless hunkered stupor 

grasping at anything


to fill the void and ease

I and maybe you have beat the horses dead

yet cheered their ribboned finishes

then stood ‘lone at the gate awaiting the purse…

(were you, too, surprised it was empty?)

I and possibly you breathless crossed-fingered hoped

once would be ever and all ways. 

You twice

Me once

(I respect the believer in you and honor the fear in me)

into tidal waters
through summer tall grass

‘tween the forest treespace

to swim in quarry and inquiry 

you and I ne’er shall meet 

pumpkin and pine

for whilst you dream and forge
I unriddle ’round dead horses running

unwinable races

You and you
I and I

have co-mingled and exhaled

and poured and refilled

buttonhole songs of our own undoing.

more than unravel again
we mend


testing the ice

complete tentative ironclad tissue

to grow past now


June 1st, 2013.

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