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Jim Wehlage
its like music.
its i like music.
the answer bouncing like a long stemmed
dandelion in april
the most brilliant color in the rainbow,
a bunch of
fantastic
lite beams, smiles, clear ribbons of rain
coloring the sky
the bridge of the sun, the long
womans belly, the horizon.
bubbling up like a stream of sap
thru the trunk
touching the branches, bright
colored bubble surfaces
of sap, spring of sap bubbles
She stood nonchalant
clothed like a dandelion
before the fire.
She smiled lifting
her chemise to warm her
arse in the flames.
The dandelion stares
In the yellow sunlight.
How very still it is!
When it is old and grey,
I blow its white hair away,
And leave it with a bald head.
The night was a failure but why not--?
In the darkness
with the pale dawn seething at the window
through the black frame
I could not be free,
not free myself from the past, those others--
and our love was a confusion,
there was a horror,
you recoiled away from me.
Now, in the morning
As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the little shrine,
And look at the mountain-walls,
Walls of blue shadow,
And see so near at our feet in the meadow
Myriads of dandelion pappus
Bubbles ravelled in the dark green grass