Child in the Road. Cindy Savett

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      II the sifter

      Daybreak haunts

      across from where the shining lies

      casting

      on watersand

      canvases of block and paint

      swearing away the memory of early dusk

      resonant blue

      element of the dark

      I beat the steel frame

      gate unlatched

      I exist for the breath-pause

      dug-down words of the dark

      for the doors that crack

      when the keys

      splatter in porous wind

      I cover myself in blue

      night endless call

      to my bones

      I lay by the fire stone

      hide the unburied dead

      in my throat shrieks the beast

      the shuttered dark

      flees behind my back

      I am the sifter of soundless

      echoes

      brushed with dirt

      and crumbling

      bits of names that stuff my mouth that wound

      my tongue on the falling

      scent of sky

      edging towards the blue

      I set the night against

      my ribs

      tilt of heavy

      rain

      on a vacant yard

      (breath consumed)

      and wait for the field to answer

      settled among leaves

      the invisible

      hand cradles my mouth

      Who placates the insistent sand

      throatcurves

      drawn by the seas

      colored glass

      Who shadows the undertow

      I have fallen from my land

      my host the throttled clouds

      beading above my lips