The quilt beneath which we all sleep.

Keeps us warm.

Each square a unique living, breathing organism.

Sees no colors.

Apolitical.  

Blues.

Funk.

Rock.

Blue Grass.

Metal.

Our fabric of expression and movement.

So dance in the car.

Sing in the shower.

Get lost in the

Music.

the

wind

slackens

the peeling pelt

of eucalyptus and

hurls pieces

of its flesh into the

swirling eddy

that envelopes the forest

remnants

a copse of corpses

sluggish the sun rises

over the cremation

and casts a red

eclipse from which the forest

shrinks away

repelled by the

recall of heat and loss

ashes

all is

ashes

trees unfold back to the earth

         however brief

those moments too few to count

within the absence of breath

your soul's shadow

risen like a mourning sun

dissolving the fog

the air, unforgotten

by the field

I have yet to understand why

the crops failed

the late fall lending itself

to summer

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