blood moons and blackberry tea

My mouth is full of blood moons:
too many to count
to many to see—
feeding my baby Buddha with petrol and
“Gosh, ain’t she pretty…”
pumping her silk layered
husk
of a voice

down
the only

throat

I know.

I am walking.
I am standing.
I am in a field set in full
motion—
a stone in the center
of a cyclone;
a monk at the President’s ball.

I tap my watch to see if it’s still
working:
my heart
drops dead
instead.

There are times I can see my own endings,
it’s those times I write
of smiles on faces—
as if I were
god!

I am perpetually landing
close to the gate.

I am hovering,

enjoying
a cuppa blackberry tea,

choking
on the poem
in
my
mouth.

© Sesheshet 8 24 2010

blood moons and blackberry tea

Kristin reynolds

South Paris, United States

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