– lost things

winter fissures

last summer’s objections

can easily be slipped past,

the ring bought

for when swans glean rice fields clean

slides over knuckles

without dissent.

when the light has ripened

swelled the hours split

the days open

it will be found

as the warmth of evening

spills into morning

glistening in the dust.

 
park rose/ lizardrinking/ theheartbeatsoftly 2010 (c)
Neither of the photos are mine
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