She Sings Good
Way downstream in
Sleeping Waters rise
Spring tides surge.
How very dare I meet her now,
brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lies down in the valley below
Where milk cows ominous sit.
After hands work scripts that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo spits
Quick refresh
Loose ends
tufts
spare parts
nether and feather,
pour on tapestry,
threadwork,
needling, coaxing
cloth from strands.
Bonding as we go,
as he goes.
We just wait
Embroider
Ourselves,
Time woven in time…
Do you bathe or shower
in words?
In this fast world you shower,
don’t you?
A swift run through,
break a world record,
cusses,
blew it
dropped
All-in-One.
Precious moments
lost to the clock.
The unborn wait forever.
Grimbeau 