Tuesday, June 29, 2021


if i linger for a beat longer than a blink 

if i close my eyes & conjure a space boundary-less & undiscovered 

full of light

full of darkness 

smelling of summer & salt 

there you are 

taking up the invisible corners 

whispering to the day with an nearly imperceptible shadow 

clinging to me like a dust mote that lands at three o'clock in the afternoon 

finding its home upon my shoulder 

light darkness summer salt 

you are my summer grass 

my small spark of everything outside the lines 

some, let's linger and talk of radical bees & possibilities 

there you are 

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