Monday, May 18, 2009

Kinship

Kinship
Do you ken me
when I call you
kin?
As we sit
around
a green and white
tabletop
that displays
the deep unknown
of the encompassing
all
in its design?

Do you ken me
when I call you
kin?
Though our views
sometimes
run
contrary?

Do you ken me
when I call you
kin?
When I bow
my head
in acknowledgemnt
of your genius?

Do you ken me
when I call you
kin?
When I accept
all your
faults
and hurts
as my own?

Do you ken me
when I call you
kin?
Though your inklings
tinkle
like fae blossoms
to my
coughing crow call.

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