April 10, 2021

Listening for Your Name that the Angels Know
by Janaka Stagnaro

dear friend, I don't know you
not even your name
and without your name
how can I Google-bound you
to reveal your secrets, botanists have gleaned

all I apperceive is what I see
in this moment
no gasconade of facts from me

I behold a carnelian raid
upon the umber of a brambled ground
a splotch of color
among the barbwire of dullness

not defining you
you become free
to tickle my mind in empathetic ways
to send me a message
as though I flipped the Tarot

you are the fire of tomorrow's pulling
a passion ignoring the sting of thorns
you urge and root
for us barefoot travelers
who have left the path
to create new trails
with the splattering of our scabs
re-opened
and new cuts to be revealed

dear friend, I still don't know you
but I am familiar with your message
and hope to hear tonight
through the speakers of my pillows
your name that the angels know

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