HUCKLEBERRY
Black as the huckleberry night
All things swoon in the cities darkness
The streets and eyes, tar and moon
The shoes and dogs of endless suburban neighborhoods
Where hot winds blow and strange dreams grow
Wild in the alleys and side yards, unattended
Sweet as a huckleberry a gift from the forgotten past
Seeps wet and weird across my lips
As if to say the season is changing
While dark caterpillars driven with desire for self improvement
Mad for metamorphosis make their way
Along brave distanced journeys to secret retreats
Where a future unnamed and limitless awaits them
Smooth as a huckleberry my eyes revolve black pupils
A shudder and shade upon this soul
Leaves it’s mark like the brand of a cattleman
Somehow tender in it’s violence of protection
And all things yearning forward towards their finality
All things leaning in from the vertigo of gods own art
Mysterious and grand unknowable and fathomless,
Yet common like the green of this fruited thicket
Written By Circe Link 05/19/04
Copyright Circe Link 2004
Tags: Circe Link, Poetry
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