Monday, November 11, 2019

local news

clay is more
opinion declined
the crisp and edible
pattern of the archaeopteryx
flush with cashew lupine

a moon will cache you
to a buffer of the tide
fossil bytes are preening
these executable miles
and by any meter
the looping vine
is smeared

have you imagined yet
the strange music
of this collective circumstance
alone in the cold
and breathing
the fibers of the blanket
and the howl at the end
of the chimney
(they make hexagonal bricks)

even plain smoke
is the goddess
riding her ram
of hollow golden spheres

in the heart mind
(erect their shaggy ears)

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