Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Red Conservancy

"Tonight was dead calm.
From the bitch light by
The bedside window
Rose an even flame."
We know what we don't.

I saw a darkness
Crossing the road
And stopped my car, hard.
News knows the story.

Everything's sliding.
Nothing ever holds.
That's why I believe
In nothing and hope
Someday it takes me.

Red Conservancy
Perches on grey hills
Going green, coyly,
Over eponymous,
Devastated rocks.

Somewhere there is mud
Let loose by thick rain
And ready to fall.
Here we will wait, safe
In our ignorance.

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