Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Egret Star

Newest sounds
glow through your clearest eyelids
Eyes lighten
to coming, broadening heat
Marked by your partitions
And I am sore.
Sore, from heaviest marble spheres
Pulling arms to higher elevations
Cardboard numbers
Scribbled across the floor
Your face--- in early winter!
And we magnify the day.

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