ON PURPOSE
︎︎︎ Lamb
︎ Feb 18, 2025
Slowed into a blue snown wood,
bootshafts swallowing the flake,
found a felled, unquaking aspen,
giving thanks in my disgrace,
axed the length in quarters,
wept for green ringing the core,
split trouble from my shapely
heart, carried home two cords
and in my eye a little map to go
back for the rest. This was back
when accidents were tragic,
and men died for their women,
and women for their children who
stared into a sun forever overhead.
bootshafts swallowing the flake,
found a felled, unquaking aspen,
giving thanks in my disgrace,
axed the length in quarters,
wept for green ringing the core,
split trouble from my shapely
heart, carried home two cords
and in my eye a little map to go
back for the rest. This was back
when accidents were tragic,
and men died for their women,
and women for their children who
stared into a sun forever overhead.