Pre-Apocalyptic
The whole world,
round, hovering, whole,
trees in the forest
living alongside fallen
ancestors in peace,
breaks in rain letting in
clouds of sky,
non-clouds. Lustrous
skin of people,
soft faces, moons just
peeking over
the horizons of our
nail beds. Real
moon up in corner
of the sky, dull,
bone-hued during day,
power lines tying
towns to one another
and water ready
in the faucet, wartime
unable to rouse
in the mind’s pastures.
"soft faces, moons just // peeking over / the horizons of our // nail bed...." Love that.
ReplyDeletethat moment caught so well, the calm before the storm
ReplyDeleteThat "clouds of sky" business truly stunned me. Your continuing streak of conceptual/verbal gems has got to be the longest I've followed.
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