spores too fine
12/29/2008 12:34 p.m.


father of fairies and stars, the feather and the petal knew it
before anyone else knew it, before even she knew it
‘let’s go somewhere together,’ their eyes said, ‘before all the things we promise
turn to sand, lest the days colonize us like moss & we are dust for a new earth’
‘but, ‘my fluid runs through the tree’s veins, therefore I can live without you,’
their eyes said, their hands replied to the strangers walking too near & the shadows
leaning against the rocks & the darkness waiting outside