Je Ne Sais Quoi

Murmur your ancient breath
make me fall in love
with winter’s dark blossom
of snow
so that the cover will
hide the wild bee’s song
of staggering honey
and forgetfulness

Sort through the laundry
of last year’s delicates
and indelicacies,
crooning that
indecent buzzing
until the swarm
of moisture grows
on my neck
trickling down
into autumn
where the leaves
shoosh and hide
what was innocent

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for Day 9 of the 28 Days of Unreason
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what”
from Tomorrow in In Search of Small Gods

~ Jim Harrison