~interpreting disappearance

 

 

 tonight

I might write the sound

     of light

or sketch the twill of contrails

distilled by blue-ended wind

perhaps shape the concerns of clouds

     like clay

those wet wounds

     browning the very flesh

     of earth

©  lori hamilton

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