Lukasa

 

The only thing I can remember is the beautifuló

Looking for water from a deeper well.

The cottonwoods with songs that travel over prairie

& the many ghosts that live in old fences.

 

All I remember is the beautifuló

Green sunflowers worn thin by the moon.

The young man who dresses himself like a bride.

 

Hands with seventeen fingers.

The spines of roses & wolves at Yellowstone.

Only the beautiful I rememberó

 

The black sounds of roots definitive as childbirth.

The certainty of love & being understood.

That which breaks open the clouds.

 

One returns to the self as if to the beautiful.

 

 

22 February 1996

 

 

[Published in The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The Ridge:

Poems 1993-1997. © 1998 by Jim Cohn.]

 

 

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