This improv was off of Robert Hass' "Meditation at Lagunitas" Something about how he manages to navigate the big picture with these small details interested me, so i wanted to try something similar.
To you, she
may be Mary Pre-Jesus.
A poison
butterfly drizzling
Its scales
over the pits
of your
stomach every time you mustered
goodbye
after church.
Realize that
while she may be a singer her laugh
Was the
sweet mosaic of two rain showers
on opposite
ends of the earth
tapping the
concrete in unison.
Could you
have unshakable faith in that?
The beads of
sands that skirt
Around the
palms of our feet while
dancing in
the middle of the desert.
Is that too
sacrilegious of a view
of the
person who makes people buckle
their knees
under the weight of her voice?
how she has
you feeling like your heart
is a
Volkswagen sized artery pinched with pinpricks
leaking
reasons to restore your faith.
Do you know
about dialtones?
How instead
of signifying end calls,
they’re
excuses to bellow
attempts to
close the distance.
How she’s
beautiful,
Like 6
willows branches bending their heads in unison.
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