the platitudes of love wear thin..waiting for a clear sweet bell

 

the platitudes of love wear thin
when words are squeezed through shruti box
in drones of ahh uuuu umm

whilst the waiting for a clear sweet bell
from goats descending the rocky hill
would fill me with a greater thrill

when tom toms echo unlaced, &
bees in their mad dash
to suckle all the honey

get drunk, so stop over
at sleepy hollow ranch
arranging plants & leaves:

sorrel, sassafrass ,sumac-
for the ingestion of healing herbs
enhances conception of all those

wicked pretty birds--who, blinded
by the coarse light of day--relax
and envision night flight journeys

amelia would be so proud
to see your aerodynamics
from a place of hydraulic lifting off

a levity so stunning--those who pass
would stop and witness--the silvering
clarion bell of your magnificence..

~by katyajo..(c) all rights reserved..'13