April 29, 2019

• drifting

  this morning as i watched
  the blurry moon
  sinking into the open arms
  of the hills,

  i knew it was headed your way,
  breathless and alone
  drifting
  across the long sky

  like a soft blur of words
  lifted from my own breathing

  i remembered pieces of an earlier life--
  a life when i put two sledge hammers
  in the shed; and failed to throw away
  two defunct weed whackers

  a life where i could hide
  in the tall summer grass
  without the fear of ticks

  my window is a lantern
  dreaming of sleep
  as the bright morning
  skims the rim of cliffs;

  i swim through the shadows
  sighing in the mist

  • 11:14 am
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