Some Pilgrims + Dogwood Smoke
by M.C. Taylor
Some Pilgrims
Some pilgrims wear pink to show the freshness of the season,
Like Dogwoods at Dogwood time at sunset.
Some pilgrims wear white, fresh and with no need of washing,
Like the Jesus when he lifted the stone.
And still some wear black.
Black and hard and mournful like the dirt.
Black for the shrine people
To whom they pray weep and talk to.
Black like the cosmos up on the mountain I went to once
15 years ago in the Southwest.
I wasn't thinking like this then.
Who lives over there?
Nobody.Dogwood Smoke
All of a sudden everything is green and we live in dogwood shade
when two weeks ago we were burning wet wood
into a sky the color of an old metal bucket.
We know seasons but we don't really know them.
We know in our blood and our blood knows how to act if we'll let it.
I don't read the news anymore and when I let my blood guide me I stare up,
I read,
I sit and don't get too inside myself.
I'm not here long and here is what I have to give:
I clipped a cherry blossom for my son and fell into the music
without feeling I could do it better.If you’re on your phone, these images will show you the proper line breaks.
M.C. TAYLOR
M.C. writes songs, makes records, and tours everywhere as Hiss Golden Messenger. These are his first published poems.
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