sumac sleep

sumac verge of low red

dropped upon this long-stemmed bed

of simple grass in goodbye brown.

the heart is a muscle strong sometimes

in the middle of the night lying

boot-black the window shine, click that fist-clench

moves the chest an inch of rise.

sumac

sap cold balks at thin twig vein

wind puff sighs flags

battalion at a scarlet time fall

adorning earth shoulder

early morning surrenders light.

yes,

that is tomorrow

take down the rake.

cover the garden.

simple.

easy does it man.

it works in the lightness of the husk.

it works in how it comes back see.

it works in the eyes closed.

it works by the waiting.