Friday, April 9, 2021

 


Being

today my hand was larger than the sun
my eyes ever closer hidden from it circle the words
closest to you  
somehow in an instant you sing the words 
to every song ever written ever sung
listen to the repetitions of shy skittish birds 
the sudden movement of each leaf before 
the brightening breeze
before 
life 
itself

jppestana
Being 
4.9.2021




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