The temperature drops
closer to sunset, then the bottom starts
falling out, the scent of approaching snow
kissing my beard. All that remains:
me, the boats, the river, the camp
under the overpass, ignoring
our dreams of Spring.
Category Archives: work
Day 21, 2023
Rest, rest machine: the world engine
chugs without thee. What they never tell
that all the parts aren’t moving all at once.
Your eye follows naturally the moving spindle
You are, for now, a free body at rest.
Day 15.2, 2023
– no.2 –
(really it’s my fault really
letting the body forget
what it is to move
near pain/less)