To Spook the Crows
for Tracey McTague
caught glistening
amid this blown down living: glints
of shade
birthday as a song
blush breasted ivory
morn
a million miles of home
caustic on the line
a wish detail
shifting the paradigm
where once in faltering weep we dared
to slumber it
keeps
this lineage we scrapped
too: beauty so startling & love
occurs somewhere
in a spectrum is it clear
to ask more questions
i want you in the you wanting
& it’s a dance maddening
bound as we are to cawing
collecting baby teeth, torn blossoms
detritus of what we fought for
against the fissures
the eye clamps
inside this beating
dark orbs catching flight
6.18.14
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