Tangled Weeds from the Cold Stream
There is for example a dusty blue
when brown wings fold close to the body
the blue grosbeak glorious in the spot of sun
just before flight
there is for example the cold hand
reaching up from the depths one perfectly blue sky morning
to grasp your ankle take your breath
drape doubt’s black weight upon your shoulders
there is for example the brittle grass
crackling against silk and ankles
as you count steps inside an indigo kimono
hidden crickets rasp
there is for example the shiver when the cello
appeals to the violin to the entire world really
listen listen don’t turn away
this dim notion of life’s myriad details matters