Hump in a Field
Fragile Hump that in a field fell.
Plays. Melancholy yet within a furred
lamentation spread. There he is
a wandering blossom rooted deep
in woven soil. How silent under hungry
mounds where they had laid acquired
of such attentive Hump. For a companion
that lacquered the burlap aisles, half
full of gentle kisses and crests
into airy arcs though sought he to calm
upon distant landscapes. He if we knew.
Our noses too reduced to sprouts
that are lit of a twist tie confessor. Even
kneaded with such easy glimpse, early
awe. Of which we will find ourselves
blessed. I am now a fuller space
with a whisker breadth empty,
dining at the compassion pan.
Hump open now. Hump from each side.
From each distance filled. Rooted.
And each of me can bear surprising wonder.