Longing Is Just Like That
Long is concealed in the commonplace
Searching
along the longitudes
For
the child, his belonging
Your
longsuffering face in a clench
Without
a lick of fear, headlong
Longing is just like that
Long
like the screams when your child…
Long
like life when your ovaries quit…
Long
like years when spouse succumbs…
Long
with her rife ending, i
- n - g
i is for incline at
the sad close of day
When
sun drops off its slight curved cliff
n is
for no, nothing can change it
The
body, daily grind, soul, nothing, no
g is for gone, gnawing, gnawing…
At
your dreams. Reoccurring all along
Longing that fruit tree, glorious with
plump…
Out
the window, on the other side of memory
Across
the fence, killed by rabbits over winter
In
a long chill snap when the snow fell deep
Gnawing
‘round the trunk from their icy hump
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