Sunday Small Stones

Cross-posted from: erringness in perfection class
Originally published: 11.11.15

lightning curls in itself
current—like lagoon like sky—
my eye

can’t send the colors
turned the clouds
fast enough to name

until it all goes dark beyond the gray

I love writing small stones.


water cleaves to cat hair dark
-er than the stars can hide
—thicker than would freeze this half
snow night

I love writing small stones.

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