Anchors

Not feeling your revolutions,
only gray and gray

and a crater I try to fill
with blues riffs, soul-binding

voices sing, swallow me–
Just take me. Beyond ever-

lasting drizzle, carry me
into the sewer or plow me

into flat rows, solitary order
found in these farm towns,

chaos quiet aching. Too swayed
by weather patterns (humanity

just another machine run
on solar power), as lethargic

as a rainshower…
It’s taking a long time

to find any pulse, we watch
the news to see if it will

take as long to lie
in the grass, wait for irises

and lamb’s ear to sprout
through our pores.

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