Today's poem is by Corey Van Landingham
Valediction Lessons: Flora
Bromeliads hold their water close for later.
And have I ever been held close for later?
Here is the fossa where you store, what, a
tangle of sounds? And see the insects throwing
their bodies against our bodies? Hear the wind-
pipe's rattle, seagrass, and a humming wound?
The star-pit is a far-flung lamentation reflected
back by the sea. The sand dollar is an extremely
flattened, burrowing sea urchin. Though I am
a bonfire I am not so bent on visiting the
Laconicum. The sun through the leaves prints
patterns of skeletons on the soil. I never said
I wanted to be retooled and left trusting in a cold
desert. And there are still knees to kiss, a logician's
euphoric music to dreamproof. A celebration
of the impossibility of eyelashes, of having an exit
from the flesh? Here is an extremely flattened place
for people to go who cannot clean the salt stains
from their feet. And tears are not liquefied brain
but maybe they could preserve a creature or
be made into a nice necklace. The pinecone feels
inevitable in the hand, but who has breath left
to spend on little things like walking away
Copyright © 2013 Corey Van Landingham All rights reserved
from Hayden's Ferry Review
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