Ramble

Want

Maybe behind this or that sad bush there will be a future

                                    + then we could walk together awhile
In the darkness of Central Park – the lamps would cast eggs of yellow
                        Safeties that we could unmoor in

                        If this bench were a blade –
your chest would render would scatter into pixels –

The heart is a bubble
            wrapped in the petals of a moonflower attended to by hummingbird moths –

                                    We circle the lake that is not a lake

                        We find the dark corners of a rock-filled hill – just want
            to be held – from the jaws of wolves stalking night joggers

Each a sign of survival – in their own way

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Michael J. Wilson lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico where he writes for an entertainment company. His new book will be out this winter. 

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