jet trails of presence
rimmed & rhymed
each smooth movement amplified
by the hollowness of the missing
vibration vaporous & felt
captured in the fragility & textured blueprint
of cowslip spode
there, there
feel it?
how we trace the gap :
the felted folds
of
remembrance
rain comes,
grounding & fragrant
adding wash & weight
and
a knelling of the holes
so defined in the wrinkles of things
and
the smell of oranges ….
and
roses
