slept on thoughts planted
like stacked mattresses on peas
sewn restless, soon reaped
spat lies from lips
subtle as missing teeth
a gap. stop.
under warm gray skies
my dad and I walk the beach
tiptoe over rocks
am i green to think
what is will not die like leaves
off trees in winter
born in the heartbeat
between soar up and plummet
waits flight's relative
soft dawned ophelia
to be drawn into words not
to be drowned by ink
silt sand burial
retrieval of an era
weathered to feathers
after you ate, left
i broke the plate washing it
i got cut, before.
little bear bumble
soft tumble thru bramble sticks
fall, sting bees, the hive
we dine by the tracks,
watch the weight of freight talk the
table into dance
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