6/28/2021

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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