Child in the Road. Cindy Savett
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along the way
I have misplaced you among red tulips and the mist
surrendered dayfall
to white breath
ritual of circles
I hollow your name
above faces in the stones and dirt
blood-drops
near the open cage
snow harvest
my arms
know you
gray stars
frail hand of god
on the buried
cup
in this terrible
chair
my summer hands
touch your lips
abide the early fog
wasp without
her nest
ferry
of death
I dig in the ruins
for absence
ignite your canceled breath
again
I have forgotten
your face a mask of the wary night
in millions
of grains
of sand
II the sifter
Daybreak haunts
across from where the shining lies
casting
on watersand
canvases of block and paint
swearing away the memory of early dusk
resonant blue
element of the dark
I beat the steel frame
gate unlatched
I exist for the breath-pause
dug-down words of the dark
for the doors that crack
when the keys
splatter in porous wind
I cover myself in blue
night endless call
to my bones
I lay by the fire stone
hide the unburied dead
in my throat shrieks the beast
the shuttered dark
flees behind my back
I am the sifter of soundless
echoes
brushed with dirt
and crumbling
bits of names that stuff my mouth that wound
my tongue on the falling
scent of sky
edging towards the blue
I set the night against
my ribs
tilt of heavy
rain
on a vacant yard
(breath consumed)
and wait for the field to answer
settled among leaves
the invisible
hand cradles my mouth
Who placates the insistent sand
throatcurves
drawn by the seas
colored glass
Who shadows the undertow
I have fallen from my land
my host the throttled clouds
beading above my lips
my tongue spills
salt from the breath
of each day
my voice hollows
the promise and my recovery
silent white
crowds my mind
whitesilent
day
be servitude
the daily insistent the knitted brow
be the remedy ignorant in dark gray
be a song through empty bones
Queen of Mercy
wall that names the dead
coil reins at your feet
malcontent at the blade
broken lock or the key that takes shadow
blood drapes the driven light
from your knotted
wrist