done
work
looks
back
with crashed seducer eyes
then a daub wrinkles
Some thinking part
goes charcoal dark
Mote and Beam Grid tilts
Woods are made not to exist
Rose wash veils run over
Some shape
petals open hic et nunc
fur and feather echos
Flux stutters gather
Brim splits and fails
A matted hand says yes (only just) and flexes
Step in
Step back
Step in
to the insides
Again. Step back
this is like a song...:)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra. I'd hope there was some music there.
ReplyDelete(Actually it was this evoked the duck/rabbit memory attached to comment on above post!)
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