always transitional

this is the moment

we find ourselves

ignorant and lost

hung upon a cusp

–

another idea

malformed and old

gnaws open bones

to lick our marrow

–

with trees being trees

we do not notice

the iron sentinels

stolid as chessman

–

they seem to say—

do not pass

we’re surrounded

yet we are in love

–

(October 25, 2019)

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