Rooted Sky 2007 - III. Words Around Death
Why She Left Though she walked into the bedroom Smiling like a crocus, There was nothing about her I couldn't understand. Even her bosom was open to me that night. Backwards out of chaos With the world together, She could with a wink Have the foaming sea in her hand; She could with a touch delight. But on that unmitigated day - Blue, green, Floating with cardinals and eyes - Tossed and tossed, I was too disjointed to hold, or to fight.
------- Brian A. J. Salchert