Cole Swensen: should something happen to the heart.
You: a punctuation based on elevation,
thin air. More buoyant
than I've seen you , lately. The composition
of a grain of sand. How mountains,
weather, artefacts of library archive. The needle
and the ink-stained press. A cloud of campfire sparks.
I work a desire for an echo
beyond laundry, that single, unbroken sentence.
Our young ladies reclaim two-day-old snow, the distance
of their reach their only measure.
January 22 by rob mclennan | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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