A flinch of eyes
a gust of rain
this picture painted
so dutifully dumb with love
hanged crooked and touched
gently with drowses of dust,
intimate pledges of flesh and
bardo, sage and bobby-pins bound
tight in rubber bands, light
drowned in blunt weather
the incandescent halos
secreted away, tenders
slipped in between
beloved pages,
dear traveler,
fixed star.
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