poem no. 32

Rope & Roots,

Life, We fish… 

Low in the earth, 

River, Veins… 

Sun moves slowly, 

Logs and tie… 

Limbs together, 

Ocean beats, 

Strips, pieces of hands… 

The beast in the night, 

Back and forth, 

Gushing, 

–The sunlight?  

– our faces?

Us… 

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Drift on… 

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Calendars… 

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Drift on… 

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The date drop… 

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Sand and Sand… 

This morning sun…