what passes between us
what passes between us
by Jude Dillon
what passes between us
sparkles
on your lips
closer than talk
listens
and sees
witchy
high wind
delicate
and steady
*
you know
the dark of me
in a dry martini
kinda way
what snowflakes
carve
between now
and spring?
*
the quiet edge of lightning
delays the drift of thunder
as oars creak
in rusty locks
across the water to you
you may walk slowly
in the deep moss
on the blunted stones
loosen
a slow kick
from a brown paper bag
drifting
as oars creak
in rusty locks
*
ripples on the water
hold together
slight sensations
on particular streets
flickers of light
give up
your face
a bicycle
over the bridge
streaming through a gallop of rain
forget
the television
sink
into the darker news
of now
*
quick autumn fires
take a breather in the rain
know how
to die
you are clouds
departing without being obvious
still
wet
long after
the fire goes out
*
JUDE DILLON
Stylistic memory of a visionary day dream involving the impressionism of the unexpected surprises us in a day’s life
transporting us to an oral speaker in a serio-comic language
of metaphysical beauty.