Friday, April 30, 2010


Walpurgis 5

Rachel, I have come through
a world of winters on my belly
and found myself reborn, an old man
and you are joy and spring and life

Our babies crawl on the rug
on this first day of a new spring
and every day, the sleeping house
awakes to a new world,
crawling from a grave of sleep

I have left so many conflagrations behind me
a trail of burned down houses
at my heels,
a closet of ghosts in my shadow

can you take me, broken as I am,
a bent stalk turning my head to your light
a scarecrow of rags burning bright in your fire?
Will you come with me, out of winter
into the sun?

Come home, come home
the tree is full of flowers

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