cocoon
     & rope, you on
              your side
blowing dandelion seed on high
    casting nebula lyrics into a sculpture

                  of air

your skin is such that makes

                      bumblebees

        nomadic

you weave leaves       in demi-light
moods shadow-long drop dress pins
to the ground

       hit
   hands your wet
lips
 the muting of bowl and slope – night should
    be like your
         dew of words        songs play a-
   long, move think burn
gauze into waves and picnics

ever timeless in a mild coat
     you roll on the lawn, meniscus moon turning
           without thought of grace

let the word, your summerlong skies
celebrate a carousel tin-man

       the turning

   of evening’s mirror


~ a cut-up of my own poems


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