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| art by David Ho © |
when spring
we found humble pie
and crow eateries
were in ample supply
so when we went about
mooning nascent honey
I never knew what to do
with the you
inside and outside
my mind
manifesting
that dress sings at the foot of the bed
looks like dirty angels again
my palms down
forehead wet with wanting
crawling birth poems
right now while
nearly breathless
we, melody
and rhythm
are repeated
over and over
an ovarian knight
I've become
as completed
with this why
I like the rise
from being
broken
gravity and eggs
we sat one summer
until autumn came
atop a wall
brooders and layers as well
we watched until bleeding leaves started the fell
and then we ran to be run too
falling as flying until crackle sounds
of the ground coming too fast for you
our shells pass past
what we thought might last
until Winter came through
EJR ©
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