Until Like Water
In one bright hour the woman’s body supple and sure, quiet with the calm of early morning. Silent and still as ancient stone, testing every
August 28, 2016
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In one bright hour the woman’s body supple and sure, quiet with the calm of early morning. Silent and still as ancient stone, testing every
Flickering flames in the long dark disconnect, we hold to the good tenacious as infants; with so much undone in the downward spiral we cling
I’ll grow a beard, live on the tide, turn to stone or dandelion, then become water; race in the ebb, grow talons, take flight, lay
The moon-laid path glistens on night water inviting a dance. Owl calls from the wood, the splash of a seal. I think to go within,