a full moon comes
the sky wrung out in cold acrylic
a communion wafer
all day it has lingered
blown out of the night
now in anchor against drift
whispering
the falling point
of water
is the distance
between
a velocity of tears
and the upbeat
from anticipation
to departure
evening mist tangles wipers
transfers the rest of my life
into a slower arc
a tardis convergent
this glove of Winter’s challenge
a beauty spot freckle
horizon dawdle at light fall
your animal self knows the truth
make fire eat a warm meal
love settles in the spaces
of the splotchy engraves of living
the lunar tease can wait
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what is it
a second
more light
ask the animal
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the sky wrung out in cold acrylic...finding it hard to go past this line, it's so arresting...
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