you &i both know i wore the delicate gold link necklace
of emerald bright green lakes for as long as i could
&didn’t i say i would love our fragile ecosystem to death?
&did i not suffer daily sunsets? overlook watershed moments
to wonder, “how come our clasp is accidentally estranged in my hand?”
&couldn’t we un-break the dark corners at the continental divide, you say,
but i note a diminished tenderness, in that
aspen leaf floating
from nymph lake to dreaming lake
— empty is the bowl
This is no good, –
A poem in calm weather
Begins with gossamer.
I hate to see it.
Flimsy, – flying on handfuls of purpose.
On purpose! We all know where this is going,
But what good does it do?
I fall off the page, –
No wings, – no thread!
To conclude Angie,
stop your silly guessing
&over-analyzing. All in good time
it will be night, dear.
Your body will be parting.
Sleep; when the time draws near.
Rest your head &whisper, so long!
Perhaps soon there will be a triumph