Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Mullein

Mullein


Called to the rock
where I could not journey further,
she gazed into the river,
but could not see within.
Sun burnished the underside of sky,
tearing out our little breaths
where the air was singed.
We still vibrance
like a sage becomes a leopard,
denizen of four worlds here.
The mullein blooms in ecstasy,
I hid myself with its leaves.

--John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. His chapbooks, Prominences and Sinking of the Cloth appeared from Flutter Press and Set Apart Before the World Was Made appeared from Calliope Nerve Media. Full of Crow published his ebook, The Feathered Masks and a forthcoming chapbook, Burnt Palmistry.

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