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

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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