breadcrumbs to bear with me (please)
Upheaval from ocean-bottom. Suspend here.
Wine-drunk epic tour toward and up an epiphanic tower. Iron-shine.
Lodged in memory: mouth turned down at its corners, eyes red with tears on a face a face away from where it was before, lodged in the doorway, on the way out.
Snapshot moments hang from barbed wire twined around the ends of tiny old branches.
The ocean gives good bread.
On deck: sea anemones and their daisy kin. A seal.
Wine-drunk epic tour toward and up an epiphanic tower. Iron-shine.
Lodged in memory: mouth turned down at its corners, eyes red with tears on a face a face away from where it was before, lodged in the doorway, on the way out.
Snapshot moments hang from barbed wire twined around the ends of tiny old branches.
The ocean gives good bread.
On deck: sea anemones and their daisy kin. A seal.
2 Comments:
lodged in memory, or a memory that lodges itself in those widening cracks, those spaces in between. it's going to be hard picking out those pieces.
you're right. i imagine some will leap out and surprise me now and again.
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