Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Muse



I'm telling
this to the sky -
where the focus
falls soft and


where you stand
wilted at an open
window posing
with far-away looks


and a young dove
captured by
no  more than
a piece of string


and where you are
surrounded by the
thorny branches
of a reluctant spring


as you wonder
if the divine
is no more or less
than you are.