just two sticks tied to each other standing in a field of stones grasping at the emptiness slender arms like bones so very thin & thinner still for standing there alone
i took the fabric of my dreams & draped it on the naked wood stuffed it with straw & then some more smiled once & called it good something shaping the nothingness almost god from where i stood
i thought i’d give it substance maybe identity covered it with skin made it look like me in an overcoat of love as black storm clouds formed right above
i saw your spindly body twisting in the wind as if your simple soul was turning in its skin a man of sticks is what i dreamed but things weren’t as they seemed (no things weren’t what they seemed)
guess the black crows of your thoughts told you faraway things maybe taught you how to fly whispered what the winds would bring whispered what the winds would bring whispered what the winds would bring
then one day my man of sticks wild the winds they came in a flutter of feathers to untie your tethers & blew you all away & blew you far away & blew you all away
