The Bookshop Sessions #14
so easily
everything gave you
your eyes would tell then meet
that first time I saw you running from living
inhaling death, truly alive
Ohhh Didn’t I
You would slowly move time
and will into,
The collision
A crash
La Lune
Cracking open the mountain top
For a misty morning getaway
the blue clouds
descend
swallowing whole
A fallen star emerges
A new earth with two legs walks this way
While the wings of a heron watch you fall
Straight back to the second floor window ledge with a pillow arresting your ceiling stares.
Cracks. Shadows. Alarms. Lights.
Paint. Pores. Hands. Warm. Dessert.
Lead—Gold. Gone