gemineans

we three on a rock
the night atramentous, it was
asthmatic with wind

she sees ghosts
in the blueberry field
i see lights beyond
the water
she tastes tobacco under
her fingernails
we breathe our secrets
into the dark

ask ourselves to let go

mound of rosehips,
rootlets & their grasses,
matches but the wind
won’t allow fire

so the song becomes
about air about
the power of wind
about us sitting by the
salt water, strangers
holding hands &
crying

.mille.