Fort's Worth
 
 

weave for me roses, 
soft autumn roses
white in the maiden hair
weave for me roses, 
white bruis'ed roses, 
soft in the still twilight air. 

spring time and autumn, 
dawn time and even, 
time at her balance, 
weights all her seasons. 

so calm he was
in his infinite processional
so calm as he turned
the shy eyed gun 
to choice targets, 
two of each 
and one 
to balance him.
and him.

weighed with his seasons, 
balanced in rage and reason
drawn from decision's dawning, 
culled at the spring, 
all spring time's thawing
stumbled and falling. 

weave for me roses, 
soft autumn roses
white in the maiden hair
weave for me roses, 
white bruis'ed roses, 
soft in the still twilight air.

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Blake's Law

COLUMBINE TRYPTICH
Ode
Queen of the May
Lullaby for the Dead
Communion
Dishonesty
Eye
The Fiddle

POEMS FOR FORT WORTH
Fort's Worth
For Cassandra
Soughing Song: Fort Worth

Futility
The Gate
Harvest
Pause
Punjab 60
Song
Stones
Ulster
Wanted: two in one


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