Monday, April 10, 2017

Moon Drift

(moon drifting to another moon)

My time told them clocks
I said hurry to be picked up
wait for all the rest

In a pinch your brain is plastic
do not eat all that farmed fish
do not forget what the dunes
whispering they took their share

Will I stick with weaving?
or will I be so bold
as to investigate
carving, metals, and lines

Is life all cut-ups
dreaming of assemblage
round as fingernails
with shadows underneath

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