Izzy

Stand by what I said, where If I'm lucky, words are better shred, my eyes roll in hunger, wine dark like the sea, it makes me shudder, from a blue dread, strip bare as a tree, nothing more to give, here and there a cluster, poplars rustle in breeze, they don't pass muster, my voice has nothing left, too late for the season, geese fly overhead, his face is the wonder, happy laughing clean, I slapped at in thunder, quiet now in my head, a place of need, soon take some rest, before I weep.