My Savanna
poem 1
This savanna
Poured out in the night
Breathing in, breathing out,
Sand and earth and dry leaves
That circle before falling to their places.
In this way, now, I breathe you,
In and out, making your way; you circle above my mouth.
Earthly things find their places again.
Just as you will find your way, back from the hunt.
Coals remain.
Blue and black and purple,
Your marks on my skin have faded,
But your presence from my heart
Bleeds out:
Your tracks through my savanna.
poem 2
Sleepy claws
separate the haze,
a lazy gesture from the dream world
of freighters and smoke stacks
and water towers.
Something smells like cooking coal fire,
old things burnt away,
no longer necessary;
better they feed a new life.
The growl from your throat in
my ears, unawake…
the fog lingers at my window
and carries my dreams to cloud people.
Thunder and lemons scent the neighborhood.
Our children sleep well tonight
while we lay, side by side,
watching the savanna for signs.
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