It’s how we’ve lived with Love
that combed her hair into silk
and the foolishness we’ve done for her
that dusted blush upon her face
and our calling in cracked voices
that undressed a worthy humble life
she is the naked moon
floating over a hopeless
burning world
I know something about some things very little of many things and reserve my greatest ignorance for understanding love, myself and human motivation How’s that for shingles of flimsy wisdom on a house
Amber’s death triggered 14 days of torment her presence still felt on the sofa the bed at the door when I came home presenting her brown head and a swinging tail the disconnect to the physical a slaug
we have mountains so gentle they caress water from the eyes others that blow up and spew death to those drawn to that charm rains that can mist leaves gloriously shiny or rip trees out by the roots an