I am more fully alive in the heat of this fire!
Much was learned, hard fought, lost.
I run alone for a prize foolhardy
I go alone to the lavish trees
I race, cramp, hardly breathe
I sink beneath branches green
And what is it you would have me do?
Come back, penitent, to you.
2 thoughts on “Hour Eleven”
I love the line, “I go alone to the lavish trees.” It feels full and beautiful in my mouth.