season of a day

BY: ARABELLA MCCLENDON

earn myself back 

by the law of the red leaves 

can I? 

can I, please? 

take the earth back 

know how tall 

I am by where 

my shadow falls 

on the trees 

and be the first 

man to walk 

home under 

the burnished sky 

of my impressionistic 

dreams, can I? 

forget my lines 

and return 

to the pool past 

the pines under 

the sweet bay 

magnolia trees 

and break the glass 

in the moon’s 

hand and be anointed 

with her white 

wine soprano 

mythology 

please am I allowed 

to see with my hands 

the walls and 

bottlecaps and bee 

stings to see 

the heavy peony 

bow deeply when 

it rains 

when it weighs 

the water upon 

it’s little head, please