Danny Gentile #76 - Untitled

1.

Thumbs pressed
Against glass
Not the inverse
Print on
Condensation
But two
Clear eyes
Unseen through

2.

The crack
Of bamboo floor
Is weather
For light-stepped
Shoelessness
And the grass
Brush ceiling
Is breath
Into my hair

3.

Feel
The alimentary
Coil
Of a full meal
Eaten
At the season’s
Edge
To attain
The satisfied
Fringe
No more
Extreme
Than fingers
Reaching
For a taste
Of autumn
Sun

4.

Moonlight over
The land of yes and no
Palpable
As a heartbeat
Beneath the willow
A thousand streamers
Bend the namesake
Into a weathered hollow

5.

Contained in glass
But not betrayed by this
Visit a lenience
On the tangled message
So it may digress
Further
From the weather
Where it first formed