~reactive depression

 

 

x.
the river craves an impossible blue

between us, a few words from here
a small color
inches along her veins

x.
the long-grass swallows
another january

buries the morning chill
roots within a rusted hinge



x.
foothills hesitate against
the clouds

time recollects absence

like cemetery air
like moss between bones

x.
to the north of sunday
everything is sky
everything has wings

x.
nothing right is left

 

©  lori hamilton

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