That didn’t creak and moan
In the high winter winds
Nothing is impregnable.
I don’t want to be walled off
From the world like an inmate.
I have a basement for a crypt
I have a plot picked out in the earth.
I'll sleep under the stars
Even when a dry cave isn't far.
.Every time I hear the howls
Outside and feel a shiver,
My walls ought to at least quiver.
I want to stowaway with you
On a small boat rocked at sea
By an escalating series of waves.
I don't get seasick.
I want to sway like the trees
In the spring gales
And flutter as leaves
Cupped like hammocks
Down to the ground.
We’ll blow away across the yard
Before the rakes are fetched.
Pour me rusted red
Into your slender glass
And swirl me slowly in the
Center of your own vortex.
Enjoy me with your rare steak
But save a little bit to sip
With our hot chocolate cake.
We’ll come back to life
As blue marlin gliding
Along in the gulf stream
Wind up salmon swimming
Upstream, fin to fin,
Back to where we began.
We’ll feel the flow
Surging in the opposite direction
From where we ought to go.
2/27/21
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