heat begins on bones beneath the cheeks dust flies & glitters in yellow light over radiators
Category: A River of Stones – January 2012
Thirtieth River Stone
quarter to five still white sky branches like night and lower air tastes just this side of snow
Twenty-Ninth River Stone
red ridge cold curve the end of ear against my winter -roughed lips and winter -warm breath
Twenty-Eighth River Stone
soft moans, louder talk two eggcream walls do nothing to disrupt like traffic whispers & double -paned window still streaked with vinegar
Twenty-Seventh River Stone
lights uphill rain downsky the smell of frost without the taste of snow under clouds of early night
Twenty-Sixth River Stone
blue sky’s secret— when clouds fell down & faded to cheerful lemon bleach