The Vast

the vast

              and all its definitions had dumbfounded. I bit the hand
that fed imagination, took

for pestilence, the flies. For end-of-world, the gully washers.
I shook in handfuls
petals fetched from

                                                                       doubt
                                           How was I to know
                                            you’d really show?

The g/loved limbs flinging blossoms at my feet. The slender fingers signaling come-hither
                                                The slippered slug a soft cigar
                                      rolling between blessings and forgetfulness

When I reveled in the lonely, kin to none
you spoke a roof of stars
in the backyard of my thoughts