Adamo Road

This
     whole
city
    still
such a 
      stranger
to me
is so
     full
of you.

The 
   starts
         and
            stops
of
  three
       oh
         one
beat
with the 
        charge
of your 
       blood
in my
     veins.

The vanilla steepled
church
at Jefferson,
the raspberry mottled
raptor
on Bearrs
are
   pits
along the
         curve
of your
      jaw
beneath my
          tongue.

The 
   entire
         length
of
  seven
       five
north
     and
        south
is the
      bend
of your
       head
to kiss the
           blue
crook
of my 
     arm.

That this

This
    place

This
    heavy green
               water
land
of pink and white
of sand and storm,
teetering
         and
            tippling
                    and
                       toppling
into
    the
       sea
should
      be
         Us
should
      be
         We

as Texas
        never
was
as Tennessee
            could
never
     be

Yes
   I hear you

I try
     not 
to

But
   I
    do

I hear you
asking
      in the sun
      in the wind
      in the panting
                    of
      the little dog
                    ever
      at my side,
                    How are you?
                    Where are you?
                    Are you?

No.

No
   answer.

No.

No
  answer.

No.

Never
     again.

c.sdmrogers 24 march 2020


        

                                         


   

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.