The Oil of Orange

the oil of orange


the oil of orange
blood on this
bronze sun

put linseed oil
on copper
apply a flame

or how blood
blackens in
the heat

we sit drinking
thick hot
cocoa

speak of poetry
& how we stay
the same

& how a hill
reminds us
of bones

or later driving
with the windows
down the coldness

of stars & the music
we cannot make
of any future

would you burnish
the child until
the light

was all you see
or leave her
to the rain;

Craig & I drink chocolate



Richard Lance Williams

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