For Ashley Almost a Month After
Her Birthday
Residual
thoughts of you fleeting
glancing,
jumping, slipping through,
gone;
dancing, floating, glistening
some
pleasure of being
alive.
On a
good day luminous:
buoyant
trombones, pirouettes,
flamboyant
hammers, video equipment;
trousers’
ass resting against kitchen cabinets;
some
kind of music
smiling.
This
though is what is happening now.
Rampant
roses nervous proliferate
Nascent
dreams resolute rise foremost
Mountains
remain intent ferocious
Freedom
rides elephants forward
Without
anticipation, knowing
What
she is this fragrance opens
Minds
of all beings leaving
No
walls.
John
Bailes/Kotatsu Roko
Sunday,
3 June 2012
Prospect
Hill
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