Where a Drunken Bee Drones a Holy Syllable
The six-syllable word
has been reduced to one
orphan syllable that carries
the memory of languages
I have no need
to translate or transmit.
[LSS, 6/28/21]
Jigsaw Echo Map
Acres of intentions
scrunched into a deciduous
hometown and paper maps
waiting, wondering when.
[LSS 6/28/21]
Plains State
Drought-stricken trees
lifting their lighter-than-air
limbs to sky, rooted to earth,
souls never forgiven.
[LSS, 6/28/21]
Dark Sky
Cumulus clouds weighing
down our bodies so we
won't float away just yet.
[LSS, 6/28/21]
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