In the Brittle Dust~ by Uboo Bear
In the brittle dust of your love where the toomskins play.
I wander in the back yard under a log hiding from the winter\’s smearth
The smugging lust of the toomskins must consume them
In a box covered with snow…
Counting the shadows reach.
In the brittle love of your dust I play
getting sooty and forlorn in the frustration of away…
the smallness of being
Deep breathing, quiet now…
Yet joy and cowboy skies abound her…
more to know
In the dusty brittle of it all, I am alone
©Uboo Bear 2011