We
live here in this quiet city waiting for what?
Storms
arrive and take away our electricity
And
we grind our teeth in the absolute tinnitus
Quietude
of a house growing slowly warmer
All
day and we smile and say welcome to
Mississippi
but really but rather our spirits long
To
find totality and to traverse their dreams
Whose
tongue? Whose dark sayings will do?
Who
will cleanse our hearts one at a time just
Amid
those narrow wails that undermine night?
And
who doesn’t erect themes that ripen like
Two
bodies in carnal vain? Our love shatters
Ten
years of rainbows and three solid hours
Of
green lightning and torrential rain we think
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