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Mercury Rising

 

In that dustbowl summer

we learned and relearned again

the musculature of dream.

Bright horizon, future a golden hum.

Heat was a verb we exercised with

no caution; hearts heedless

to colder climates, shifts in wayward weather.

Now a feather floats on a scorched breeze,

a memory alights

and infinity spins on a dime.

While somewhere, millions of miles above

Mercury spins around the sun

it’s burning core visible

on soft summer nights.

In all my wishing well days

it was you

the darkness sang for,

no rusted coin or funneled depth of thought.

Firefly heart, stop, restart.

The circumference of time

a linear knot

we cannot unravel.

But. Bring me back. Je suis desoleé.

In this arid landscape

there is only dust; the detritus

of those summer dreams

whirling devils in the wind,

the bones of what has been

rattling around in my dreams.

While Mercury, still sun-stunned,

drags it’s molten heart in blinding orbit

around the burning sun.