~tilting the axis

 

 

i.

my body remembers

assuming

there is intimacy

in a reticent sky

how it sounds like

the blues

               noted and

               gold-leafed

some song of drunkenness

tequila-infused

in flattened C major

ii.

twenty-eight suns have

surrendered to february

crossed over the equivalent center

since we began to equate

the dynamic in counting clouds

               like doves

               and wedded bliss

an old moon

once perfectly round

has split in half

held in place by the grace

of gravity

cradled by persuasive darkness

iii.

secrets of light seduce

without warning

               time holds beneath dew

gathers on bones of morning

finds the soft edge, a hushed meadow

deer bedded in ragweed

               and prayers

where uneasy air startles

these drowsy fawns

muscle to flesh, reducing the reach

that space between mother

and child

the doe knows

wind is made of intuition

iv.

rearrange memories

              cleave the chest

acres of eyes

will dampen the stones

               rattle stars in a nightsky

a small voice

a thousand wings

               fluttering

 ©  lori hamilton

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