Catching snow
flakes
in a blue bowl
Enduring the quiet / did the silence
Blind you as the sun thru a warm
Window / comfortable as sleep
My pockets are full of empty / no
Room for rumor amidst the holes
& spent promises
Some people are like mountains
With faces scored by weather &
Voices lost to the wind
& some explode as volcanoes
Ejaculating foul ash down slopes
Of hardened desire
I saw 3 deer walking on diamonds
Undisturbed in the blue tinted light
Of the moon
KE
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