1/17/2021

First Cut

the gentle narwhal swims upside down
communicates in an atypical cetacean language

everything is fine, natural, and organic
until the day that tusk puts a hole in the hull

[RK, 1/17/2021]


When It Opens

slivers of light tantalize weathered prairie
                                                        outbuildings
parted clouds stream across the peaks
                                                        aspens
lit and yellowwhiteblue all around
                                                        it gets in
and then the naming of the shadows
                                                        begins

[RK, 1/17/2021]


Fit

I am
able to stay put
like daredevil dogs
able to take credit
with weight attached
able to navigate
the intercoastal waterway
able to fit, but only
like a specific puzzle piece

[RK, 1/17/2021]

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