Draft About Growth
I cannot count all of the ways I am alive
Set to fire in winter's blustery rapture,
Stranded bare on sorrows Frontier.
Each tremor counted by toppled towers
And fallen bridges, every face I've known
Washed to shore on Springs eve.
Kin with soil and the way it resembles
You, rotting and still in truths urgency.
Traveling a great distance along roads
Crumpled and buckled, making friends
With the blisters of my heel.
Hunter's eyes catch sight of you and
The ivory pillars stretching for
Miles across your face. With certainty
You gargle authority spilled from
Lips thirsting for pity or warmth or
I cannot count all of the ways I am alive,
Anchored to depths of love along
The riverbanks of your hometown.
I've spent half my life turning blood to water
Swimming through a cavalcade of light
Radiating every shade of you.
Jordan Alan Brown
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