A MAN USES A MAGNIFYING GLASS TO IGNITE A LANTERN AT NOON; AT DUSK HE TAKES THE LANTERN INTO THE FOREST AND BURIES IT.

late hours make their way to the top of me
with one of two layers of temperature
one above
one below

the prevailing winds deliver two layers
one ensconcing the face
one wrapping the body

the winds close barn doors
left neglected

close conversations
mid-sentence

while the sounds of jets
somewhere invisible
mark the sky
the wind does not make a sound

as come the flies
into my ears with nothing to tell me

I will see you in the morning
when the serenity has gone missing
with mud on my worn boots
and questionable whereabouts

near noon
when the top of the mountain
receives the most of the day’s sun
we are attired in the absence of direct light
by the arbors we sit under

the mountain stands erect
channeling the air to the valley

and should a warm breeze thrown down turn me familiar
in as much as I need, want, or desire a cure
it is never to be ever mistaken
as never having ever been changed

I must carry this fire with me
onwards after sunset
poised for annihilation
as matchsticks in the night have never laid so still

knowing not where the mid-day sun is buried

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2013