February 2012
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you may see horses try to fly
a dog with perrywinkle eyes
but peppered earth with chunks of sky
now there’s a sight worth seein’
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Shrouding all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song.
