got to get this all together and
reconcile the pines with the silver
the damp with the wet and the
sand with the secrets of the soul
in a st. vitus dance like a bonfire
taunting all the ghosts of the forest
while the flames flicker and the
stars shimmer before turning away
what way what way
what penelope would wait
and for how long
the birds at the window ruffle their
sad feathers waiting for seeds
to grow more flittering bellies to
rule the trees and windowsills
the compass won’t stop spinning
nothing looks the same anymore
the moon never stops laughing and
paper boats will only get you so far
what way what way
what penelope would wait
and for how long
bhagiti 9.30. 07 perrysburg, oh
