Tuesday, August 27, 2019

deplaning lakes


(via)

Life and breath of galaxies. (via @LeeBillings on Twitter)

I heard that dove last night--
& then, again, today.
Must be nearby:
soft longings of bitter fate.

And what it means to have one nest
our eaves beneath, in such a berth
as takes our breath:
like cones in fire immersed

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