liberation clasps
2003-01-20
a poem by Charlie Smith
Little prongs,hooks,eyelets
threaded through you,
some days almost invisible,love a pertinence unapprehended,
magnolia spikes,swept up curlicues of scent,bird feathers in the grass, a park we crossed at dusk talking about liberation--clasps,brackets,childhood mixed in,the sacred memories--Baltic Sea, the South--catches,latches,holes in sound, some of these,the words more important than before,a glimmerance,limerance,the rain softened lights among the monuments,the way I hung back to see you walking, a step ahead,
as if you were leaving me...
-CSmith.
peace out yo