Monday, January 29, 2018

Putting Ladybugs in a Shoe

The winds come from the direction of the moon
Cities of sand bloom like skates across the floor
They push the seabirds back, turn wave crest into breath
The withdrawing tide a skein of tremulous veins

This sets up somehow the unexpected
What we glide through like the kites
Oblivious to the hand that holds the thread
Just the magnitudes of dust, the gust trajectories