Going back over the roads that wind to
Eureka Springs
where you loved me and
could no longer stand to love me
The oak trees are alive and they don’t believe you
hating
the nature of your own and others existence
Ronnie Milsap playing
playing fertile tones across these blue hills
well, green hills
My three best friends have since married
found partners to take their hands
The wedding song of your body
denies it
deny it
deny the moon in the west in the night
skirting the legends and ghosts of the Ozarks
The water skiing redneck who failed as a father
but turned the Earth’s holy water to sunlight
The questing of Space that is torn from our
body
We cannot lust now ’til there is perfection
The perfection tis gone
You chase it
You chase it