Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 282 - Night time on the edge of town

  Night time on the edge of town

hush the snoring cats  
 hear  the calling planes   above
the air  still a clear dark crystal
bubble  sliced and set
to wobble  hear 
the ground  it
cricket calls  it
leaks out cold in hands
that touch my centre
with the centre of the globe

I take myself to bed
 I call
the air by name

1 comment:

  1. danger at the edge of town
    ... ride the king's highway

    the killer awoke before dawn...
    and etc


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