You Refused to Leave
the unsaid, unsaid & I somewhither, wander-
lusting among the hedgerows
in the small hours. My footfalls,
like dye seeping through the memory
of blooms & the blooms themselves,
clairvoyant, broken-necked in their dis-
integrating urns, darken like silk
dragged thru sea. The solipsistic
manner in which they stare, all eye, at the abandon
their shadows scatter across the pavers
I navigate—rattles me. And when you find me
you startle me, I did not hear you
approaching, & before
whatever it is that will befall—in the hairs-
breadth of glance, smoldering tinder, a myth-
ological sky, or perhaps, ships glazing
over the crux of the world—I affix
my fingers to your about to mouth.
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