It Ends With Three.

by | Feb 21, 2012 | Blog, My Poems

And the hands begin floating

out in the open—

all fingers

like predisposed tiger lilies.


In the end, there is water

hung over the rafters

like long sticks, like limbs,


and there are birds

lining the doorway.

You sleep in your bed, unaware

of the predetermined eyes

of the young—

then, you dream of me

until nothing walks

but sand.