Matthew D. Rowe

Poems and Other Coincidences

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I’d Say Grace to You, Wild Woman

I’d say grace to you, Wild Woman,

if I prayed,

I’d pray for you,

I’d save everything sacred for you.

 

I hear you from atop this butte,

overlooking the pitch black valleys & plains,

howling mercy to the moon,

howling against chauvonism,

against the 9-5 turning cogs, redundancy,

utter detachment from the trees & creeks

that used to mean the world to us,

turned expendable things.

 

I hear you in the canyons below,

frollicking through dandelion fields,

prancing & dancing with fawn,

clothingless as you came, long hair flowing

free from the binding chains of industry,

all the poison & complacency it brings.

 

I hear you beyond the cabin windows at dawn song,

singing solemn serenades with the blackbirds,

softly bellowing to the rhythm

of morning’s glorious break.

 

I hear you telling me, as you rise from slumber

that I only care to see your naked body

clamber from bed,

that I only want temporary solace,

your figure only, not your soul,

and I wish for the courage to say

I’ve never been more in love

than when I watch you dress,

each article a decade of making memories,

every button a love song to come.

 

I’d say grace to you, Wild Woman,

if I prayed,

I’d pray for you,

I’d save everything sacred for you.

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The Miracle.

No matter the time

spent restless, wanting mercy,

bare skin always wins.