If you said
I am cold
stitch me something to wear
out of moments
choose the pieces with inside pockets
we can lean closest to
before we let go
bidding adieu
those memories
treasured pieces
lain flat and held
by tremulous hand
one swathe for our life
cut down like barley lying golden
he made his absolution
arching windows cast the tiles mirage of eastern colors against stucco
fabric whispers a song
furnishing breath
as two red throttled birds
will roost
their ease
filling silence
with comfort
everyone sees him through your eyes now
a kind of mosaic peace
two minutes
stretching like feeble light
can reach further than possibility
they say you marry your father
my father thinks of himself and fits what he can next to him
in a boat for one purpose
and I see
how many times that was echoed
where I wondered at the empty feeling in my hands
after you made no effect
and expectation became a sore word
lost in tumble-dryer
set to spin on
no iron