the sheet
that I’m under
my fingers
touch the cloth
from
beneath
press up
tip
hills spill
what
topples
against boundaries
night
songs of neighbours
musics cast
across zones
through walls
under
songs of neighbours
musics cast
across zones
through walls
under
ah, what a beauty!
ReplyDeleteLove it, Sarah. I love that the aural sense goes into overdrive so you remain connected.
ReplyDeleteThat's gorgeous plus the. Image of the poet experimenting with cloth to make a poem
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