7 Miles       


seven miles of anticipation

remembering the orchids in her hair

seven horses

seven hours

seven reasons

to get me there


grass for her cushions

pines for her awning

wind as her skirts

the sun for her dawning


in her varnished carriage

waiting for me at dusk

candles of kingfisher-green

shrunk down

weary of shining


over a western star

wind-blown rain

out along the boarder

out along the sun

around a distant emotion

from the ancient one

have a care for the sandals

on the beggar’s feet

he may walk with you into immortality


a blind jay sings

the broken stream

brings

unreliable

memories

of the earth

and

spring


grass for her cushions

an orchid for her hair

7 miles

7 reasons