I dreamt you had a pair of black wings
Unfurling like fiddlehead ferns in the spring.
You hung suspended in the air
You were buoyant, brimming, and bare
A hundred years couldn't wash us clean
So we wring our hands in the dried up stream
The stones rose slow like ghosts from the frost heaves
And the grey earth gives over to green.
We catch our breath and trap the wind
It's cold, but we let it in--all we know is
That the nettles sting and what the summer brings
Is that the water comes, that the water comes out
Rising like morning.
Break the glass and sharpen prayer
Hang the mirror o'er the chair.
Hang the sun over the hill
As the dry stream slowly fills.
Hang the hunger from the boughs.
Burn the seeds and blunt the plows.
The hill, the chair, the mirror, the sun
All our stories come undone.
Unfurling like fiddlehead ferns in the spring.
You hung suspended in the air
You were buoyant, brimming, and bare
A hundred years couldn't wash us clean
So we wring our hands in the dried up stream
The stones rose slow like ghosts from the frost heaves
And the grey earth gives over to green.
It's cold, but we let it in--all we know is
That the nettles sting and what the summer brings
Is that the water comes, that the water comes out
Rising like morning.
Hang the mirror o'er the chair.
As the dry stream slowly fills.
Burn the seeds and blunt the plows.
All our stories come undone.
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