Rico Moore

 

Space Makes a Dark Glow

 

 

 

the night hawk tears air

wings a star wing crescent

horizon's breath

a body dreams sky in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

aperture of mind

retina of stars     inhaled air

a subtle voice of wind exhaled

 

ascension into

silence     birdsong

cadence pulse a flickering

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wrap my voice behind

stars beam in shapes I cannot

name ways in I cannot say

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sun arcs round

contour
rest     stone breathes

measured breaths

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

half shapes around reeds

shadow a stream     braids

currents form light into seams

I read your shadow by those stems

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a stream braids

reflections of stars

fade round stones

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

moment of moment

filled memory with ink

poured the universe

in other eyes

 

 

 

 


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