you shall love your crooked neighbor

in landscape | buddy wakefield

it is an utterly epic arrival
every time i get to see you again.

god, this is what i was talking about
for like 37 years,
a true story,
of oceanthroat,
of grace,
the holy goodness glory
i was praying to your face,
my man,
this is what i meant
and this is what i’m meant to do
so sit me down inside us now
and let me praise the greatest good in you
by laying down my weapons
including the shield,
in rest,
inception,

on cue, my friend,
you came
your name
well lit,
stenciled on the walls of fremont county
years before we even met
in landscape,
in scope
and so,
wing tipped,
i wrote it
down to the ground you walk on
with the heels of my helium shoes,
“put your ear to the sky
and listen my darling,
everything whispers i love you.”