| Sunlight grass yellows In every none I find one who kneels. invisible. A click at the back Absent rain curves our way. summerfull, river white. Heat runs us Watermelon wet, I trace finger to window, we turn inside the village of split ends. dizzy out the waterfront. A silver school breaks That light threshing sound. An eyetooth moon footprints. Crown hilltops gone white capped A tree funnels your you |
remains gone on utterance. Sky bowl cradles to of your mouth. Erosion thickens into skin-licked air. window to rows Roadside minnows the breaking point. rises to scrape out my in olive ripple. to reveal the is of it. |