Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Sun Bent

BC7. Say the Apostles' Creed

I believe in raw
belief, the ungrown green
locomotive channeling
the crash
and cymbals of Apollo,
as inciting
Dionysus doesn’t die,
but rises
above white pines, to rocket
towards our June
of universe and native
pumpkin zen—
and sit within that burnt
bend of this pen.

~Son Rivers 2005

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