the red dirt is our house

wither now silent star – blush us
          a solemn greet – the tendrils
          that follow my sun

have fallen – the breadbake
          is starch – the reed not
          silent but unwilling –

we have met this sun before –
          hubris of will, archangel
          of need – caress then with

time and time’s neighbor the
          unendings – the red dirt wet
          & wary is our house till it rains –

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