undying in the beargrass



into the conch

of his eyes

underneath convergence

of contrail planes -

woeful notes

of a dirge

glided  downwind

allayed in nosegays

of wild flowers





treatises capped

by grey clouds

made skin hang lower

on our bones

so we strung

hides over heady boulders

to begin undying

in a red cedar rimmed lea

with beargrass

standing at guard



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