By | 1 May 2020

for Dolly

Coming home to all of most alarm, there
across the shaving edge, & back stuck in,
be shored &
built back, snared
to granted joy or tensile pins.
If you are there,
oh there again is us,
colliding harms unite till bodies sing,
closely taut and still. Just as their stationary mind
comes back so left among unfelt alight.
Filled my voice to courage –
newly hammered fractal
pheadsfgia to surface,
to running up the front
hungrily. Just play this intricate drumming
the cat-wound flat of the string
banging on the paws …

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