Wednesday, November 18, 2009

hold in the palm of your hand this

one leaf
its own galaxy
how the doors of the wind wheel open

how your pulse blinks clear
histories of birds, your cousined cells

applauding: green: sap: feather
all this kin
bright as our accidental time

or nebula
or blessings of this
joined deliberate flesh

(it was published in kayak, long ago)


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