Chicory I

god shine 
like blue flowers
line the streets 
‘round my house
&
god shine 
through my old friend
with flowers
on her wrist

 

we stuff 
a bag with flowers
down by the river
like petty thieves
on gold rush
&
god drips 
lapis lazuli 
from azure petals
for thieves in June

I have to remind myself
that I’m still young
maybe I’ll find 
an honest route 
&
The closest 
I’ve ever been 
was pockets full of lapis
day-lily-gold-rush

 

&
god shine 
like albizia flowers 
falling 
at end of the alley
gather what I can 
for the spirit
&
god dip 
me in shadow
this year
but stubborn as ever
(especially with you)

 

may never learn
to sing
as the poets 
of form
but I can hear the river now 
&
I can watch 
light dance 
reflected unto you
(we must
let it be enough)

&
god shine
on me
when have
I ever wanted more
than counting flowers
here
in the halls of eternals
where man
‘aint god
 no more
&
you show me
how to use petal
to bind wound
&
goldenrod saves my stomach 
one afternoon 
lying on the floor
in front room
of the old house
but
neither petal nor root
save my heart 
yet
&
god knock 
wind out of me
this year
try to keep 
legs from buckling
gets harder with heat
try
to play it cool
(especially with you)
like blue flowers shine