Brinell Scale

 
1.
It was euphony exhausting
Flutter fandango, the timbre
Of pleasure perched on the sails
Of an impossible surrender.
It was timelessness
Nudging a remembrance
Citing couplet rhymes.
It was myrtle and myrrh
Waiting for fate to capture
The scent that was ours.
It was a soiree affair
A dance that began
The succession  
Of stumbling before
Birds woke to spread
Buttercream frosting
Across a rising song
Resembling us;  
Limp half-notes parading,
Just shy of gait and truth.  
 
2.
I fumble through the gorge
Of emotions hoping rhythm
Strengthens my resolve
Into an early rebirth  
That forgoes annuals  
For something year round,
Dusty, weathered and raw.
I rise upon a season
That engages change.  
When I find my simple voice
Without slur or pain
I'll sing my own song.
Bathe with evening birds  
From Watering troughs,
Dry with towels of sun
Rolling toward mountains
Across my flushed skin.  
Hike through sagebrush  
One canyon at a time,  
Capturing my solitary scent
As it dots the landscape.  
Measure the brinell hardness
Across the spine of forgiveness,
and fully reap my own vineyard.
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