Keeping the Distance

cholla-fingers

Keeping the Distance

Those green yellow jumpers

are outside me now, no longer

trapped behind closed eyes.

Always loved the nighttime

music best.

***

It’s all cobwebs, honeycombs,

ribs of wood.

The coyotes are awake now,

caroling at crocodile mountains

and an elbow moon.

***

Where did all the bumblebees

come from? You don’t know.

If I stand too close

your cholla fingers bite.

***

Addicted to motion,

some imago called progress;

White butterflies circled desert blooms,

and you smelled of sky and sand.

I always stood too close.

                      —a poem by KMM

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About Lightning Heart

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