applause no more
than the need to migrate
standing, sitting
because no decide
could manage, could
sensing
the way sandpaper
on skin makes static
consolidated ___ (debt?)
(a pile of lives?)
looking away there
is the door
flesh on barbed wire
a handless gesture
where one sphere
slides through another
silvered circles glinting
like another world is possible
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is this real?
2 comments:
Michelle, just noticed your entry on as-is this morning and browsed your poetry blog... very good stuff...
cheers, harry
thank you!
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