Monday, May 7, 2018

A HOUSE MADE OF LEAVES, CPITS poem after Juan Felipe

1. Go to where the wind endures
the teething rocks on the horizon.

2. Soothe the wild grasses
and braid their dreams into stories.

3. Listen to the heartbeat of birds
conversing in foreign tongues.

4. Record the endless beauty
that shall always go unnamed.

5. Arrive all out of breath
to see a house made of leaves.

6. I said count, count the words. 
When I'm stressed, it soothes me,
this sublime numbering of days.

CPITS poem after Juan Felipe

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