idol

grazing ,    I 

met with yeshua

 met with yeshua, rich

in dusty leather

and full mouth

I met with yeshua on 

oil sands

and wilting grasses 

I met with yeshua and he told me 

nothing

and I was glad

,    for 

nothing does not lie 

and I 

still linger like seaweed and heather

on the tongue when breathed

and! 

my beloved survived

that breath

safely,

between harp

strings.