Monday, April 29, 2013

the price of citrus

the price of citrus


I found you under the fog of dawn
There, you were a bright holly berry
a tradition in Winter, coming undone

There, you were a clean child again
but your fingers were buckled and weary
Still, I found you under the fog of dawn

I tried to lose you under the loom
unraveling knots of hair from a tapestry
this tradition in must, already undone

I, a tabby and you were a Maine Coon
At night, your eyes were always leary
but I found you under the fog of dawn

Oh, my love, come back, please do come
We can dance the needled claw jiggery
a tradition in must, already undone

The price of citrus and raw cinnamon,
for less, you grabbed all you could carry
I looked for you under this dogged dawn
But It's a tradition in must, already undone