Thursday, January 25, 2018

Carved Valentine

The growing face of childhood
Incisive as the moon
Looks down
 
You can almost see the new-old souls
Drifting toward the earth
Like dandelion fluff
 
While the old-new souls are carried up
In the highs and lows
Of the weathers of heaven
 
I try to calibrate their numbers
For a given month and find
They chart a vortex in an ellipse
 
A little swirl in a stone
That betrays the mind
That carves this moon

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