Pick Through Bones

I was giving chase of that remote skeleton

Through the graveyards

Of my memory...

The discarded moving carapace

Came in many forms,

And illuminated it's

Surroundings like a spectral force

Until I doubled back to immerse myself

In the remnants of it's heyday,

Flipping over stones in a

Hellbent search

Of shattered self...

Broken mirror shards lay sprawled across

The desert floor, reflecting the

Prehistoric cacti, and the lizards

Crawling to and fro

In their desperate,

Arid haste...

I was giving chase of that remote skeleton

Through the graveyards

Of my memory...

Were you only a mirage that occupied

Tattered shreds of distant thought?...

The desert hosts ghosts of a similar persuasion

While sundials spill their shadows

Across hills, like capsized

Buckets of house paint laid to dry...

Blow me a kiss over Agave and

Spineless Yucca

As you dip and dive outside my grasp...

I breathe my final scent of you

As in a haste you

Disappear over that mound...

The desert glass

Shimmers profoundly,

Dazzling my broken gaze...

I was giving chase of that remote skeleton

Through the graveyards

Of my memory...

A pinwheel stuck within the parched soil

Spins madly during the howling

Night winds of my longing...come...

And pay me visit

If the spirit

Doth incline...

6/18/24

Bunny Villaire