Friday, November 20, 2020

I go out to the big sky
through a fractured iris
reverent among the trash piles.

Lingering on a hair
stretched out through space
hitched upon the battered rows of wood
twanging in my fossil brain
times already past
frothing against an attic window.

Veins torched
by bitter victories
a marble slab that catches
the declining sun.

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