TOWARD THE BLUE ROOMS
OF WHAT WE REMEMBER

Ovum. Penumbra, density.
Illumination. A door that opens
into the rooms of memory.

Owlsong and lullaby. Soon we go
clothed in nainsook, nankeen.
Alphabet of leaves, music of triangles,
white flower of peppergrass.

Follow a mist into gleed and firefall,
sawtooth mountains. Larkspur and pearl,
mad flower of jimsonweed,
equinoctial storms.

The floodplain recedes. Cohosh
takes root in aquifer. Bees pull honey
from corymbs of yarrow.

Rose-papered walls, odor of chervil.
A woman speaks an archaic word, gloaming.
Dusklight, firefly, lacewing, snake.

Follow a map into remanent water.

　

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