Sunday, 5 February 2023

seeing us and not them

in her eyes on the river's sharp
edges and on my toes framed
sequence. on the timid feather of
the strongest wings i ever did see.
through the sleeping fleece and
opened marble eyes.
with a garbage bag filled tear
and purposefully singled stare.
i was a frostbite in your home 
and directly born from within. 
i owe you a capital cry.











grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...