Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Theatre for a sure woman

 Reconcile all of my loose ends

mend, weld, melt 

and let me

She is the silence in the crowd

Pale Blue dress, against red clouds

We explode from the gate

come running with the heaviest foot falls

pounding earth quaking

rain

down our cheeks

to find a tiny square of land

on a sphere placed by the hand

tucked in warm amongst the heavens

riddled in sure before these stars

right here where we are.


2 blankets 1 music

1 bottle of wine

and a few things on our mind. 

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