Harvest

Zamboni.SilouetteI

Harvest

I danced each night with wind

like wind should

it smoothed and soothed

the ragged jaw of me.

Youth blacked my eye

cut deep

youthful dreams

grape juice raw.

Circles in a tree have tamed

diluted and reduced

tragedy pain like tacks

waiting on an old foot.

I have tasted poison water

swam in salted tears

eye bags and wrinkles

have tamed the shrew.