Lavender

Who would have thought
the boys they gone out shooting
twilight
lilac
and foam burns
off crisp
Who could have known
the boys they gone out shooting
on windy days the black
oaks the madrones
the someday us too will be
vested in the field
in the wind
and in the thick of it
Who would have thought
the spiral sound
the ricochet
the boys they gone out
in the back forty nine
they gone down flat
vested with an arrow
with a flag pole
pink as a ponderosa
the clicking of beetles
the boys gone down flat
chested with an arrow
with a flag pole
pink as a pine needle
the clicking of beetles
Who shoulda told them boys
to wedge themselves tween
the axe and the cabin
the clicking of the beetles
gone down flat vested with an arrow
with a flag pole pink


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13 thoughts on “Lavender

  1. pseudonymous Post author

    I’m reposting this ’cause it’s my favorite piece written over the last six months—I hear it in my head all the time—I may try to do more like this but I remember it being purely spontaneous so we’ll see…

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  2. iwannabealady

    I’ve started reading through your work and I think one of my favorite things is the sound of your poems. They beg to be read aloud. They’re interesting on the palette and tongue. Hope that doesn’t sound strange, but as a writer I think you know what I mean.

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