Thursday, July 14, 2016

Atlas Poetica, Number 25, July 2016

a bird gone quiet
in the tender hollow
of your throat
I miss you more than words
can say I miss you

basking seals
on the breakwater
steam rises
from our sleek bodies
into otherness

an ant
pushing the universe
up this hill
in a water droplet
I find my inner strength

prairie dawn
an exaltation of larks
on barbed wire
ancestral blood pinging
along the gravel road home

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