Friday, July 27, 2018

Cushioning hills roll with blades
buried in the clay and branching grass
poles of ice and light crossing fractured teeth
branches dappled with moss light
dripping fragments of mirror dirt
flashing lenses from under the grave
pushing water into stone
fiber optic eyes dead wood
bland spots of shat concrete
spreading vapor moons
the flakes and chains of rust
shedding benches
and hailstone lace.

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