Tuesday, March 10, 2020

A sculpted ledge
bright milk pool
seats of painted ice
arranged in crescent gleam
a beam's raft of written sand
the tripod stand
of an ember tapped out
light from an embedded grid
outlines gashing far off skies
the rag song of flowing mud
dark dance landing
on a shawl of blades
coins dropping into the rift
cold soup of rattling bones.

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