body

the grass on my face.
prickly as the thorns of rose.
the blade cuts a swath.

the long dry goodbye.
the dessert runs forever.
sandman grinds my stubs.

the many hard miles.
ribbons of yellow and black.
pink heaving bellows.

the face always knows
the shape of time pressed on it.
kinder or harder.

the slow melting fat.
the coaxing of the bellows.
grinding towards half.

the basal rhythm
adds or subtracts from the heft.
life an equation.