the poet on hiatus
Tuesday, April 25th, 2006quick note:
The Poet on Hiatus
collects rainwater
in red buckets.
In her coat woven
by the hum of bees;
can you hear
the beat of rain
before it rests
on the tongues of captains
who call in their bright sails
folding in like children
just in time
for evensong:
we sing like trillium,
and dash ourselves in outbreaks
of blue