in the blood

.
can you hear it
pacing, racing, as fast ever
.
why does it make you shiver
does it remind you of faces and places before
.
my dear, some things you just can't ignore
.
from a dovecote
by the sea
or anywhere else (the birds sung matter-of-factly)
.
the clots we sought and then forgot...
.
he who remembers wakes in embers
.
so loud and clear,
with just one ear
.
turns the key and at once ignites
.
in morning's dew
highways pulse
with man's plight
.
.
.
20.06, 2005