A Poem by Joshua L Stelling
Submit to the beginnings of your life
As if the breakfast meal were a toast of wine
Words that echo days past
Come up through you
A bubble, a flower
That long thing, the shaft of time
Comes up through you
Babbling, River
We are a fall of water
Rushed, and the persistence of gravity
Is long the same pull
Much as if time were a lover
In the beginnings of your life
Submit to the rhythm of my heart
As if the early toast were a daylong nap
With you laid upon me
Our whispers echoing eons past
And there was a crash of feathers
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