10/14/2025

Grand River whisk me away

to big maples and the swinging chorus,

to the sea, to the edge of the sea

where the earth falls off to a bouquet of clouds–

All in the palm of the hand of a giant 

called Kraig the Immense,

who stands two universes tall and one wide,

who is gentle and a lover

and owns within his chest the heart of a poet;

He loves someone of his kind,

pines endlessly for their affection;

A flower he might find to give,

to reach his hand around a stem

and squeeze shut.

Gone then, all of us.

Best to do what ought to be done

before the lonely giant closes his hand.