Buckwheat

1


There was a late autumn cricket,
 And two smoldering mountain sunsets
 Under the valley roads of her eyes.

 There was a late autumn cricket,
 A hangover of summer song,
 Scraping a tune
 Of the late night clocks of summer,
 In the late winter night fireglow,
 This in a circle of black velvet at her neck.


2


In pansy eyes a flash, a thin rim of white light, a beach bonfire ten miles across dunes, a speck of a fool star in night’s half circle of velvet.

 In the corner of the left arm a dimple, a mole, a forget-me-not, and it fluttered a hummingbird wing, a blur in the honey-red clover, in the honey-white buckwheat.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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