Your hand carries the heat
and softness of the sun…
turbulence
I rise
seatbelt suspends me…
He leaves her there, in that field, and he goes home…
shard of wing
stretches…
“Dad, can I have candy?”
“What did your mother say?”…
cold reaches inside
my unzipped jacket
like fingers on my collarbone…
Tree branches weave tapestries above my head…
eyes dance over foxes,
one big orange
and two little oranges…
Two stones,
two bricks,
a third stone…
butterflies stampeding through veins
if you listen, you can hear….
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