{scatter shot in the dark on the church steps} kelsey bowe the night I was first initiated, snow was falling , and the sky was that lavender color (lavender grey like that first day grey shirt). I saw static vision and my neck stretched craned past my own white coat, and hair. only the air (gestating electricity) saw a stone-pool future full of shared bowls of spaghetti, sprinting out the back stone gate, and eating mock apples on the Church steps. the second time, ashes stained my feet, dancing in my ripe knowledge of the present, cradled between those same three apple trees (jubilant despite hose water,) the third rite was marked only by acoustic guitar sympathy and lawn chairs. |