Thursday, June 02, 2016

Cattails, May 2016

muddy jeans
the pasture speckled
with crocuses

we trail our fingers
through stars

visiting rights
some silences are louder
than others

on fence posts
the exclamation marks
of raptors

a cold case
our hope lingers
ten winters

gull wings
fold the horizon
into sails
will you still meet me
on the farthest shore

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