#15 - up for it

15^th of January 15, 2020

15

up for it

one is ever adrift

in flowers

away with

the paint leaf

and the colour bloom

symmetries imagined

one takes a blizzard at a time

pleasured flesh out till grey with

all for a roundness and letting

one tries the dignities of light

a thing spread thick

and some say mist it

then here are the wings of up

amidst

everything tainted with misbelief

considered as things are

all frock up for season

deck and deciduous too

divest

all taunted on

storm combed

struck

how breathless the all-beyond must be

thus one furrows brow

old friends in the gallery I visit

one sneaks through a fence because

worn down to a wish

and gone

waves of the shore

sing home