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