early october

Sonnet



the wonder of the braiding, the set-on
separation of strands, the weave of blue
and sun, the silliest of conceptions
that lives in our blood, arranges our hair,

a braid of wonders, columbus fall kiss
a noisy life two made twisted and brave
one of days uncounted, moments matter
and spirit, spun around new heavens'

head, head out to braid's end, a flourish
will melt, adornment of a party kiss
in each drop of blood alive with breath
adventures of art live with no object

the hearts of hair wave in your calendars
throwaway, throw away all but desire


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10 02 06