One Hundred and Twenty-Seven.


Izzy circle


deafening roar as the water thumps down rock
it looks like the clouds are exploding into this rush
softening the rock pace, pummelling it in the flow
of angel tears or maybe just runoff and rainfall

the clutch of sky staring down at the constant force
of light and sound, of heaven crumbling to its knees
water and gravity connected and kinetic and rumbling
or the drop between your throat and your navel


Sarah circle


These are the tender times, my friends
Turn the lamps down low and dog-ear your picture books
Make a nest in your stomach for the cat to come lie in
And leave the window open for the lovers in the night



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