Monday, February 8, 2021

scalpel's edge couldn't slice
the refracted sunrise
casting spectrum swatches 
across my chest and arm,
couldn't remove orange
from red, purple from blue,
just as it fails to take
wick from flame, flame from smoke,
and curling smoke from air,
take one breath from the next,
take reflection from glass,
the mulling of new paths
from the choice to take them,
the front heel's push into
fresh sand from the back heel's
slow peel out of the past

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week