trading secrets

I saw down a canyon
glimpsed the depth of you
free falling your way
through disaster a halo of hindsight
one long never ending sentence
prayer rifts and heresies
opening to catch the winds

your voice
lands soft on berber carpet
rocking calm on rubber soles
metal notes blend and bend
an apologetic prophecy
between sips of
eternity from an aluminum can

leaping over sidewalk cracks
and word puddles
a close range shot zings by
overhead your trigger finger moves
underneath a quiet pause
your eyes focus
slide so easy from the page

later driving home
listening to my messages
a piece of your soul
somewhere in the backseat
between cardboard covers —

one five dollar bill
gone forever

kimmy diamond bones

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