waving truth - poem
waving truth
when
you and I
dance
with
only
words
for
footsteps
and
the
ambient
sky
leans
down
to
listen
with
wind
quiet
moving
lips
and
I find
myself
wanting
words
hanging
from
barbed
wires
of chance
it is
then
that I
remember a
poet
tries and
seeks
a poetic
book full
of flowery
words
dripping
from
the
sky
but
the
wind
smiles
in silence
when
the tree limbs
bow naked
as
your actions
speak by
osmosis
for
hours upon
hours
when poem
meets
my
thoughts
because
you simply
are
a waving
truth
a sky
that
never
drops
raindrops
of
lies
-PoeticaL