Thursday, November 9, 2017

epiphany













mid-day shadows
and
a

longing

for a space upon which to gather berries & silence
thorned & violet as cotton acanthium

bring me quiet truth
splashing against sinew & marrow
wide & pale as fragility

still 

hushed birdsong & anthem
hushed to lines bold & blue
hush...
i will wear feathers
and
      find you

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