Arms Outstretched

In the back yard
my mother swings
careful not to touch
the weight of gravity
dragging her
across bare moments
into rooms of pale color
where silver shining fishes
fly into her face like light
what she said was:
'faces bow down to the ground'
a certain solitude here
the arms outstretched

Angels in Black Dresses

Angels in Black Dresses


We are angels in black dresses

We are the excitement in dawn's faint light
We rush to the other side of the street

Only to find an empty field of night
Flashing forward as if it were a cup of tea

We do not arrange the spaces between us
We only know the tiny crevices are meant to be more

Than borders that separate the goodness within each one of us
Dreams are just wishful thinking

The dead drop out of the sky like snow
They wake us when it is over

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