Inner Moons by Kathleen Wilson5
into the within of tree
drawn to complexity of its mental embrace
I feel it map my thoughts, draw my childhood underneath it
even in its leaning it lures me a step back
clarifying what seemed splash and stroke
as lush foliage of Tree in Chino
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thousand peaked origami cathedral tents
shimmering with glacial glow
of veiled inner moons only one has escaped
our moon watches innocently knowing
what it was and what is hidden like a word
oh white Greenland of our unconsciousness
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grown out of this ancient frame
deep red of sunset beach, cliffs of humanity
reach beyond us drape us in spring green
lush expressiveness of language from which
we emerge each new as as a first syllable
first steps on California Coast
03/19/2008 Author's Note: one is missing
Posted on 03/19/2008 Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
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