another daydream

another daydream

Saturday, April 20, 2019

"Frail April, Paris"

Frail April, Paris


St. Geneviève of the spire,
we do not deny our tendency
to crumble, the ash we are while
breathing, the spine that isn’t fixed,
made of knotty vertebrae, the patella
of our knees weakening, without patina. 
We do not deny what transpires in hours
of ages, the ghost of an exclamation point,
awe that goes before and after, our rawness.   


~ LCMH