by Nicole 6/27/12
happy skip, skip, hop, hop
flop on top of the hill, slide the slope
jump rope, doing nothing on the dandelion’s frail petal
smelling dirtiness of cars, ants piled high
bugs all around, coping with the sounds of nature
maturing with the corn, growing inside the ear
oh, the river there!!!
the filthiness of the flesh, yucky, yucky
poor ole ducky, take some morsels of bread
re-reading the Psalms, age sixteen
walking, walking, speeches started then
among the tall thin grass, alas
narrow the vision, deep the incision
cut along the bone, oh, oh, okay
nothing was broken, soaking, soaking
in the Word, a complete meditation
fasting with great daring of fate’s brutal lust
simply all rust, compared to My Love.