April
peach blossom winds
rake sweet over me, deceased
in the ground,
the earth speaks, peat packed
in her throat:
you have buried yourself
in dampened pity,
take my branches snap them clean
and fix yourself six feet upward,
renew an armor of stones and sockets
under rosy shades, bud on earth and shriek
at the perennials,
you will not
be stronger
than me
again
dig free with spade nails and stems
welcome familiar atoms home bleeding petals and
gentle touches into open hearts
bind your wounds
honey suckle hope
(I have come to
unearth you too)
