POEM: Color

a moment cannot be memorized



a raindrop leaves desire on a window

which is the way we are built: to be

burned to the ground

then built up again



in the cathedral of my moods



stained glass leaves are

sparklers tossed to a floor



of dried pine needles

& bones of old sticks:



this bed for willowy creatures while the sun winks



A moment cannot be forgotten



In this light,

shadows are geckos



with sibilant tails

& alien hands.



a raindrop is a window



a tear is a window



I send stained glass

Sparklers down

Into soft humus



To feel the softness.



I dare the ultramarine of things.

I coax the ochre.



We leave the pigment

Of everything in our wake



For others to wade through.

There is no choice.

&

it can never be memorized