Sunday, November 15, 2020

A courtyard under moss
glassy spires ascending from
wide broken walls
corn row light joining sun and moon
the shadow's reach
through an empty window
silt glowing from pine to pine
each spore from space a dirty mirror
the river's core of acids.

Sky of tangled galactic arms
vast and invisible.
Torn country beneath the leaf
of a turning root
and bitter malignant stars.

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