BRIAN FOLEY


I LOVE YOU,

Always I wish
to add two words
that will a path
like a flower through,
to pack your shadow
in touch
and with
some polination
appropriate drizzle
your name chimes.
a hot apple
down the throat
the heart is back on
requesting
no cannons be fired
no more celebrating
with gunfire
ever.
 
 
 
 
A VALLEY OUTRO

After
yesterday’s
been tested,
I struggle with
height, handed
over
because of
a small hope
qualifying
a common end:
I would be
better with
the least being,
finished as you.
Now,
the mountains
are back, off-
ended by something
shifted to,
a necessity
with fewness,
their stiff fact
decked, judging
by attendance,
the wed hills
clarifying sacrifices,
inhaling
the blown
flavor of a self,
those strips
of visions that a rock
keeps dark.
 
 
 
 



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