h.b.irwin

Response to W.T. Stace

In Uncategorized on February 1, 2010 at 1:30 am

Rub your face, daughter. It’s been long.
A long time since you lost your divinity
in a field night wind, alone in Arkansas.
You know that river bed,
down from the ear neck
shoulder crook
rapid to collar bone,
rub it down.
Leave your chest on chest–
Your chest!
All water runs down.

I am waiting for the day,
once in a billion years,
when water runs up hill.

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