UNYIELDING PANACEA


Walls of lilac that won't
let me in to their heliotaxis
or the spaceport of astral forms
that don't require humble clothing

for I have squirrel hands
love coons who run on concrete shelves
eyes aglint of fiberoptic straw
reaching and bending throughout the body

behind black metal fences and before the cluttered mountains
mischief beyond mischief where the caves are open
and the spring's mouth coats a pitcher's stem
dew is unhandled wetness

and the slit moss gives black soil in small deposits
maybe a form that boomerangs
is the only smile

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