Capitulate


When the floods come there is nothing a body can do.

Nothing but…wait!

Capitulate

and

rest

find higher ground

pull up a dry rock

sit around and…speculate.

Seated in vestments…

a question or two…

‘can you keep a good dog down?’

and

‘why is it…truly bad thoughts…never go without sacred vows?’

Low visibility hinders my train of beaten trails.

Shiftless misogynistic barriers fear no mother.

For if loneliness can go…I could take my hand for a lover.

And,

cremation’s cauldron will saturate by flood’s fury.

Solid mossy root will relocate

and

all a navigator can do…

is ‘sit and wait.’

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