The deliverance meets me here
wedged in the movement of this town
wheeling around in distance, the birds—parrots mostly
squawk by to the dazzling skylight
The gray bleeds orange
surf wax, whiskey and the tree tops my company
i listen again, to the arid evening turning to this night
beardom has tested my thoughts and times I hold sacred
We are older here with hast taking its toll
blood and its marrow
holding to the ground
i think with the old garden
The deliverance meets me here
in the cold sweat of the day and dusty toes of twilight
we walk shy amidst the tombs
and the deliverance meets us here.
