Swallowing Clouds
with each
shuffle-ball-change
my
vessels willed
puffs of
cottony steam out of my ears
making
the condensation
overhead
throw
down rain
petals in
between my toes
sweetness
sent
three
journeying eyelashes
sailing
wayward on
Venice
canal, knees
to ground
keening
in a
fetal retreat
kettles
loaf & poke
under the
rotted ropy hammock
BK Jan
2016
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