Thursday, February 02, 2017

in time

after Reginald Shepherd 

someone fell fled stumbled here
detoured her means: she can’t see around corners
beyond her reach, unseen from any side
under represented gap
between, and flowing. if we listen we might witness
a suffocating passage of air, through lungs like water
her language settling like snow
flakes against the palm of my hand, survive
across geologic layers, indiscriminate molecules

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