tinting the tips of the tallest buildings first light
- jim kacian, USA
walk softly now through your unborn self’s past life hot spring canyon walls erode the ember dies two kissed by red sand water just six years back redwood grove parts of us reach up forever bones bent by dull ploughshares and english longbows half truth winter a fever you can’t sweat out seeking stale sunlight branches twisted in queer ways cherry root moon and all the stars await us diligent prayer the shape of her next self dreams - lolo elleri, USA |
she’s come to prefer still pools to a mirror skipping steps up and down cracked stone terraces faraway home lies still beneath the old yew every strand of moss an individual a voice sharp latewinter cold unfamiliar broken clouds augmented triad the wind shifts berrysoaked hands trace dreamshapes on cavern walls rose soft lips smear warm dew water salt parched skin hold up your blue sky or return to the waves - lolo elleri, USA 
yet the time after not yet
- jim kacian, USA
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