Have You Heard The Bones of a Rising Sun
From ‘Stained Love Like Egyptian Cotton’
To set and rise with the rickety sun
that is the beauty of living in these bones of mine
a graveyard of Virginian rays I call home.
They ain’t much for rooster calls anymore
too many solstices of broken branches
fallow forget-me-nots
& swollen dand…
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