the sky is as black
as a crow
and as beautiful
my belly
full of grapes
makes no complaint
and the cool
humidity of morning
struggles
between the death
of summer and the
birth of death
it caresses me
seduces me
kisses me
licking my face
as if to say
take me now
for tomorrow
we are gone
bhagiti 10.7.07 perrysburg, oh
