haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

I have traveled via train to be your low priority. I have

wrestled brambles to become your low priority. I have practiced

woodwind rests to seem your low priority. Now it will be winter

everywhere I am your low priority. The shaven birch denotes

your low priority. Skinned trees I have climbed to be your low priority.

Even in sunshine I remain your low priority. The tanned skin

I release by way of habit is your low priority. Do you take this

woman as your low priority. The sun hat keeping out the shade

your low priority. Sea shine, sand shells, salt taste, low priority.

Invincible, your inclination to construct me into your hand crafted

low priority.

 

Asymptote, hand-carved ontology, a field division

 

 

Sheila E. Murphy