Two Poems


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Shielding your lips this stone

knows all about winds

living in caves, began

as dust then kept in place

neither mornings or kisses

though there’s still the pieces

a grave here, here more and you

trying to remember how dirt

became your cheeks, caressed

as if rain is just another word

–your only sky left in the open

for its handfuls and hidden flowers

that have forgotten how to breathe

are devouring the mud, mountains

and this ritual water swept away.