Monday, November 24, 2014

must we trust one another
it says
i should say this

lethargy-
crawling into a new home.
i am that ice inert. erased

of liberation. yoked to

the vehicles and
leaking
from the clouds

they changing shapes
without a shame

flattening, tightening
loosening.

seagulls
have been beautiful-

they get older
and know the ocean well

for every voice it has
released.
i've known only it as me.