Everything All At Once

It’s green, now it’s gold. It’s a Flannery
sky unending. The crow on the Sound thinks
it discovered music, and so it is. 

There’s the dawn, on the hill and it’s
lit up like a rhythm with the shade pulling
weight and hitting god between the eyes.

Ticker tape says her name. Proof of loving 
proof of lasting. Do away with the rings
that coat the inside of the pines. 

I could tell by the leaves, at one time. 
Felt the name on my tongue. 
Grandmother or a white pine.
Everything all at once.

Brush the grief under the rug. Well
it’s soil, now it’s sprouting. You and me, 
just inside, with names and the night. 

There’s a line from the sun connecting
every riptide to the stars, to the fall —
and the rain just fuels the fire.

*I think these might be song lyrics…