Plea

Sharpened shadows
Cast silver bars —
Glancing downward
In silvering full moonlight.
Shallow bones,
Stiff as stones
Crack —
Dry creekbeds.
Blood recedes
To tender nerve
Nourished in fruit gone heavy
And honey sweet.
Nectar eaters slow
As light lessens,
And thistles half-blown
Measure the passage.
Bring a glass
Of silver light —
Words whispered over water —
Milk and blood,
Like a void.
Here.
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Deep root sigh —
Sap in the wood —
Vein river.
Slowly now.
Deliberate.
Ease into the living.
Let there be a healing.

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