autumn

truth on night and day

feelings that are mine
feelings that are yours
present and vacant alike
not game
for flags nor blame
the moon beams
the sun shines,
on hike or
swim,
those are the turns
when the sun burns
who hollers at the sun
who hollers at the moon
even when flesh blisters
down the street
adobe was formed
clay set
corn grew
laundry dried
time was told
damage maybe done
not the sun
its the one
who went out in
who opened
flesh
to weather
exposure is choice
risk taken in hand
not flag poles
not stones
though far it flings,
no no
this good arm
can't reach the sun
when it's blues
the voice sings
no bat no gun
sound and silence
round white moon
against black night sky
all reserved
for whipsers
i saw you
i love you
i went into you
under you
whispers to
screams
agony
tears
with out
umbrella nor sail
from pale
to charcoal
each under the sun
wandered
stepped out under
the muscle of risk in hand
holding what we journey to and from
the brave sojourner,
in seek
in retreat
not ground
for sorrows scorn -
from springs grasses
to autumns crispy leaves
matters of nature
matters of chosing
i brought you flesh
upon the legs
of dialated heart.