RIGHT DOWN THE LINE

all these years you’ve been so rich 

standing on a mud oval 

wide enough for both your slouch 

and its shadow 

those upturned palms keep choosing you 
but how do you choose back?

In your best terrain
you’re decisive and benevolent 
mystery drunk and porous 

to all feeling

body swapped with the beholder’s
woozy devotion 

and only you/ can break your heart