give thanks

i give thanks
in sepia, you in black
seasoned
construction for the ungrateful
on
plum blue days
we tend unrecognized by
design,  clouds of

feathers full that
fill my heart, i sleep there
would you too
sleep? .. there?

but.. what haste?  summons the bells
fed with furry, the porridge
of Adam, the sins
and the gravy
taste soon a season
gone shadowed
to dark - as i give thanks
in sepia

and you
in black

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012