Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Milk washed sun
sand washed mask
fingers over the map of stone
reading the plan of man
flickering off in rivulets
and volcanic circles.

Frozen crossroads pursued
by a tent dweller.
Wires to unbalanced ears
muffler cracking across reptile eyes
from three-pointed landings
windows whirling laundry and bang radiance
a park bench long as an aircraft carrier.

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