The Glad Daemon of Kalamazoo
Did I tell you about the time my heart
tripped over its trailing guts and
fell into your soul?
The rain fell softly that day, so steady
that its sound receded to the quiet
places behind my thoughts.
Fold me tenderly into your routine
Tell me I’m a lovely creature
As the hours tick by
Until my demise.
Black curtains are crawling up my spine
But Rose Red will tell you all about whence they came
When finally the hem-hawing of my youth rescinds.
Heather brushes my cheeks with scents
of happier days
As the light above my eyes illumines
your expanse
Furry Time cinches itself together
in a colorful pull
across your ancient brow;
Mad stories cuddle into smile lines
around your gleaming mouth.
Somehow, you rhyme.
And therein lies the shape of your first,
Glad daemon of Kalamazoo–and White Lake, too.
La Reisytal 