NaPoWriMo - 4-14-2014

Calm
down.

If I could
have taught your
corpse
to fly
the way
your corpse
has dreamt
of flying,

over the North Shore
libraries
and student unions,

I would have
done it by now,

showing to you
plainly
unceasing
ebbings, retreatings
of shoreline.

All that's gone along now,

And you wear the truth
of tired men.

You protect yourself
those crazy ways.
Those

arms across an earthen face,
all elbows and knees,

bones like roots.