Published in Flora Fiction Literary Magazine Volume 3, Issue I, Spring 2022
A New Year Flood
There is a hole in this
wall of feldspar and quartz.
There is a hole in the rain.
Gopherwood hardly holds
us all
in the dawn of this new era of sun-leaking days.
Yet
like
seeks like only on whims of last
resort.
Order twists reason in
the newly wild winds.
In the seed vault
rain-green tendrils pledge to climb
a stem from the root of time.
In the library of
catastrophic gaffs
hangs an icon of the image of melancholy, just for laughs.
After cubits of chaos
comes a paltry branch
in an arc of light. A promise of gravity to salvage time.
We, perhaps, did not
destroy the plenty of our garden home.
Our birdbrain negligence is given another chance.
The myths of progress and
the chronographic bones
are tossed into the air with simian glee and freedom chimes.
Clean and unclean eyes without beasts, our divining stones,
are throwbacks, vestigial
purification, three knocks on a raintree.
Let’s, you and I, construct a celebration. We’re free.
Let’s clear-cut some old-growth shame,
let’s dynamite through a
received, impassable mountain
of cinematic range. Let’s have forty days of not thinking about it.
It is time for my sons to see me drunk and naked.
For birds to return from
the archipelago of scorched earth.
It’s time at last for life without covenants or grievance.
Let’s recover from our addiction to grievance.
There is a hole in the rain.
in the dawn of this new era of sun-leaking days.
a stem from the root of time.
hangs an icon of the image of melancholy, just for laughs.
in an arc of light. A promise of gravity to salvage time.
Our birdbrain negligence is given another chance.
are tossed into the air with simian glee and freedom chimes.
Clean and unclean eyes without beasts, our divining stones,
Let’s, you and I, construct a celebration. We’re free.
Let’s clear-cut some old-growth shame,
of cinematic range. Let’s have forty days of not thinking about it.
It is time for my sons to see me drunk and naked.
It’s time at last for life without covenants or grievance.
Let’s recover from our addiction to grievance.
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