Saturday, March 22, 2014


Sacred Embrace - Jeff Kahn


We have not even
lost one hope, one sigh or snort,
one wink of an eye.
No, we have not lost
anything so important
as all that and more.
When you wash away
all sign of us this does not
matter for you are
pressed into my eyes
and I am spread all over
the house, in crannies,
in nooks, on steel hooks,
and other places you won't
ever find, ever.

March 22, 2014 9:46 PM

1 comment:

The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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