delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

and in parts of years..
he looked for her....
we'd walk..he'd look back......knew the sounds he heard on the trail, in the undergrowth weren't her...he'd look at me....I foolishly thought he wanted an answer...an explanation of why she wasn't there....
now I walk....look..listen to the small and larger life out there with me....
...

the comfort of being one with the blooms.....
those....
winding,
paper-trellised...
...

augmented...and diminished....
with aegis...under shepherd's crook....
all
about
...

noxious buffoonery
and crimson dandelions....
why
couldn't I just say 'red'.......red...red....red....
...

in a sapling's shade....
dear April...
rooting....
........give it
...

Lobelia prefers to be ignored....
left to her own devices........
but Rosemary...garrulous, woody-stemmed...bold...
holds her own.......sometimes yours...
...

teeth are bared...
hearts are bared....well...disrobing, decorously....
souls...some ripe....some quiescent..
.acquiescent....
...

to go extinct
before
being shot....stuffed....mounted....
...

it may have slept in the belly...
but not in the legs...the tail...
it infused..consumed..chose
a part to inhabit..to be...to be beyond and of..
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