~exhaling mindclouds

fingers spread words coming late

to the page, drawn on

like cigarettes from fourth stage


a slight breath measured in winter air

or the pale laced waiting of vows


as if an untold sequence of pauses

attempts to hold up an aging sky

the slow fall of an intoxicated horizon

always twelve steps away

unwilling to find the calming light

in an anonymous


to wash jaundice from dilated irises

lah 7.13.15

By Lori Hamilton, © 2015, All rights reserved.


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