But Love Most
I can stand inside of you
Inside your cotton field, as fine as Chinese tea.
Your memories transform my internal eye
In depths of frost, deeper than wood.
Your ring eyes are the tires to this upwards prize.
This is you, the spindle and the lifelong.
Next you appear, when I will be gone
Not to miss, for all you can
But love most.
And she has grown
And now she is yours, to water
Under the pocketwatch moon.
All is bare
For you to shade, toast, lose.
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Written from the Delta-Mississippi for The Eye of Faith, 2014.
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