Morning Practice

My shadow out running 

the beach at dawn,

opening and closing 

like a pair of scissors,

like a gasping fish begging 

to be cut from the gill net.

 

[LSS, 4/21/21]

Escaping Gravity

You’re piloting a balloon 

filled with the steam 

of your false narratives.

I saw you drifting overhead 

just as you jettisoned 

the last of your ballast.

[LSS, 4/21/21]