Parkway

Long day I’ve wandered in mind and paces too
find me through the barrens and I’ll collapse with you.
If you take it, don’t rush, I’ll trail your grace
and follow through the ceded woodland rays.
On into oncoming unpaved winding roads
where a finch glides by like a skimming stone
and takes the whispers from my tongue
his lyrics ‘don’t look back; it’s yet to come’.
Dancing dives a buzzard to his post
over the underpass, a promenade of ghosts
taking us through history to our time
and to all the wonders we can find.
Unseen a lake translucent through the trees
lying like art as an unsung melody.

Jordan Baker
2015

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When You Lay With Me

I stand overlooking under a gaze of Heaven’s own.
Its showers are clichéd of the episodic loss of faith
drifting down just as Neptune’s cold blue kiss
through the systems like crystals on my wrist.
But when you lay with me the silks of summer
and afire breath of life slip through my compact crypt
carrying me through the underpass of lives once seen
and bear my bestirred body into this age of Holocene.

-Jordan Baker
June 2014

Blueprints by the Sea