Clearly you can see    I’m not spirit born      unlike those
………………..Jesus said      don’t know         where they’re from

or where they’re going    I understand the wind      the rising
………………flying     falling apart       the wreckage remaining

in ascensions wake    as Dorothy crushes    evil’s broom
…………..that swept     Kansas from my heart        on one side the

prairies leather Daddy chest     makes me feel safe     until it doesn’t
………..until the ocean’s      maternal exhale    rips all living things

up from the ground      leaving me      to write it all down
…………….I understand why        wind & stone        slap each

other around    earth mothers sky fathers     place your bet
………….its anyone’s mouth     when the breathless     throw down

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Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems have been found at Spoon River Poetry Review, Rattle, Columbia Journal, Western Humanities Review, and others.  His poems are forthcoming in West Trade Review, Duende Literary Journal, The Inflectionist Review, Isthmus Review, Glass Mountain Magazine, Columbia College Literary Review, Yemassee Review, Cumberland River Review, The Meadow and Coachella Review. His books, This New Breed: Gents, Bad Boys and Barbarians Anthology and Confessions of a Pentecostal Buddhist, can be found on Amazon. Visit Daniel at DanielEdwardMoore.com.