Friday, May 05, 2017



A body wants to be sea
and choose
shades of turquoise, of tempest,
of calm. A body wants to be tree,
have branches inhabited,
roots feed off the ground,
                               and decide
modes of density, leaf shapes,
ways to burn.

How to explain
                  this era of polluted seas
spitting dust, smoke, ashes
a peck of salt.

How to explain
acres of burned
stumps, droughts,
the collapse

of a drifting horizon.

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