Showing posts with label westering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label westering. Show all posts
Westering
Labels:
naquillity,
poesaics,
westering
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turns, turns again- deep ticks-
culminating inside
warbling tocks.
black numbers are falling
from her dimpled face-
her hands rising, noon,
in perfect tree formation.
variable geometries stray
from a single fingertip
rotating in the westering wind
like translucent dandelion seeds.
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