Burn Marks

~ with a line from Rubén Darío

Just because I’ve had to wear the oily green
floating on the surface of the pond

does not mean there is in me
no bud of thought seeking to be

a rose, does not mean my heart has not
looked with longing upon the moon

or caved open to a rain of blows
from some god’s hands— At least

a few times in this life I’ve seen the clearly
knighted edge of a moment: one in which

the present leaped, ecstatic tinder, toward a future
reaching across the barrier with its flame.

 

In response to Via Negativa: A soft storm in the skull....

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