Jeremiah Ray writing

we don’t use
the words
not anymore
our mouths
can’t form the shapes
if we haven’t forgotten
shall we try

the dogwood tree
has white stars
each season
we wonder
will they
be present still
white stars
on vibrant green

have you tasted
sweat?
only then
are you human?

the rain didn’t arrive

the leaves were mistaken.

growing old
i have no worries

what language
will we speak

we will
understand still

the sun

it illuminates

the telephone wires

then it sets

icy rain
upon the skylight
in early dawn
an owl calls

the box spilled
it was all there
our life

it is only snow

yes

it will melt

maybe even water the seedlings

but may the rain will do that

instead

i painted the wall

in small sections

here and there

the paint has faded

seamless

no memories