Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Hermon-y

I woke with a beard
Braided just so that
The oil would gather
And run
In the exact patterns
As the dews of Mt. Hermon
That rivulet down
Together

And as I extend
My olive branch
To you
I know the shadows and types
Have already bucked
Their courses
And challenged the fate of the sun

But what I don't know is
Which exact piece
Will ultimately interlock
And cause the great streams
To flow in the desert again

-jenn long

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