divination
Oct. 28th, 2008 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starfrostingTwo weeks too late
I open up a book of poems, one poet imagining another
in an airport, picking up Oshun.
Prick and spin
it’s almost Samhain, been raining all day
A friend comes home with five pounds of honey,
cooks bok choy in bacon grease.
The jar sits on the shelf
decoction of sunlight grown heavy behind glass.
I open up a book of poems, one poet imagining another
in an airport, picking up Oshun.
Prick and spin
it’s almost Samhain, been raining all day
A friend comes home with five pounds of honey,
cooks bok choy in bacon grease.
The jar sits on the shelf
decoction of sunlight grown heavy behind glass.
