Sun Spots

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Let me bask in the curl of sunlight with feline flop,
Lounging in liquid heat cast through windows, through pain.
Polish me in water’s stroke, smoothing rough edges to blend
into limestone, blossom into fruit.

I fall asleep in cars, nod off on trains, lulled in vibration
until slam of door, tug of sleeve, the soft blow of
dust seasoning greasewoods with the brine of
daydreams and a hand upon my cheek.

Give me the fetal tuck, the moth pull into flame,
wrapped in cocoons of monarchs and honeysuckles
unready to snuff out the sunset as I exhale bruised
smoke, feeding my addiction to light.

I do not wish to fill in the blanks,
tap and refresh screens of car wrecks and politicking
spoken from polished lips in pencil skirts,
or toil in status, walking along the electric sag of lines.

I am bird on wire, indifferent to
the roar of engines under polished hoods of pretense,
tuning out the din of second guesses and doubt.

No participation while the sun melts and
strokes my spine, when light is upon my eyes and
the unfinished canvas is behind closed lids,
painting my tomorrows.

 

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11 thoughts on “Sun Spots

  1. Debbie

    I don’t think I’ve ever seen something like this before, DD. What is it? I’m guessing cactus flower of some variety or other, but I could be completely off. At any rate, I love so many of your expressions — “feline flop,” “addiction to light,” “the unfinished canvas,” and more. So picturesque!

  2. thefeatheredsleep

    Edible lines such as these;
    Give me the fetal tuck, the moth pull into flame,
    and
    tap and refresh screens of car wrecks and politicking
    spoken from polished lips in pencil skirts,
    or toil in status, walking along the electric sag of lines.
    (wow!)

  3. Don Royster

    Only goes to show us how insignificant we humans are when it comes to nature. A reminder that there is more to life than our petty little squabbles. I especially would love to live this way:
    “I am bird on wire, indifferent to
    the roar of engines under polished hoods of pretense,
    tuning out the din of second guesses and doubt.”
    Thanks again for another wonder. You always give me much to think about. And you’re miniature portraits from nature are great. Keep it up.

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