by on August 22, 2018 :: 0 comments

the sky looks down through
a wounded eye

clouds like broken hands
scattering the dust

I listen to recognize the voice
of rain

moon in early morning
an empty fire that feeds us

the day discovered to be
where we left it.

editors note:

Eye to eye; we strive to stay in place when being is the thing. – mh clay

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