Monday, December 19, 2016

a sliver of scenery

I thought of a body stretched across the pavement
breathing distracted by the wide picture skywards
waiting in its own terms
for a limb or two to be crushed into stone
without pause or resentment

communication with the world
through touch and tongue
or skin and bone
under clouds’ shadows to hold
a stare overgrown
like weed through rock for miles
stitched along the road

I felt a body stretched across the fabric
two hands, two arms, twenty-seven bones
and a burial of seeds
for lilies untold.

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