Wednesday, January 02, 2019

When the fire of autumn fused with my bones
roads floated like balloon snakes
airport lakes pushed bubbles of soap
to the kitchen counter shore
where circuits move through earth
on bent lines.

Hillside fires and sliding horizons
the shutting of crucifix doors.
benches' fingerprinted cups
twitching a crooked filter.

Waterfalls on stone
at the root's edge
spouting ferns
and trailing ravished vines.

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