Friday, December 30, 2022

circumspecial

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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