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Ozark Love Poems and a song of Divinity

$15.00

This little book is riffing off the majestic Pablo Neruda, whose love sonnets and "song of despair" inform the metaphors I use in relation to my beloved Ozarks. As always, shipping is free.

i do not hold your river or your creek or the white crests

only the length of the rocky bed, the bend, confluence

persimmons bruised on the forest floor

the shoal and chute which cannot be resisted

from the north fork of the whites of your eyes

to the broad ridge in the south, the post oak to the pines

you are the red clay of deep missouri, pressing my thumbs

into the heft of your curves, i hold spring itself

you are all potential and i love your chance as a dream i hid

from my lonesome self, i shaped mountains into your likeness

before the portent of knowing what you are like

and then, when you are there with me

you are the light i allow to leave me exposed

i shudder in ecstasy and surrender to your dominion