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Love HumSmall, golden beesdart from your brown eyes, surge into a vortex humming inside my skull. I am feathery motion, a collapsing of molecules flying like sparks across your beardless cheek. My words fill with pollen and sap, they pluck like sticky fingers at what I know of you. Love, love, bonehook lodged in an eddy of my heart. I swim softly, gills wide. You smile, and I surf into a seaweed circle of salt air and emerald waves. I have lost my tongue like a wondering child, I am captured by you, brown sparrow, as you sing softly, clinging to a twig in the undergrowth, then touch ground, knowing the way of everyday, flying in shadows of cliff and pine. |
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Issue #18, December, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.