|
1.
woke up thinking something was like a
shell, translucent
and pink as my outer ear, but i couldn't
remember what.
saw myself stooping to pick it up, the shell
itself
a symbol for dreams. i put it back and walked
the beach.
2.
in between meetings,
just time enough to walk uphill & change,
the crows gathered in one tree, flew off when
more came, met
midair then circled back to perch together,
bending branches,
a murder growing overhead. i wore my skateboard
like a hat.
|
|
