Who drank the last
Of the halos? Deliberately made it rain?
Stole old purses from graffiti
Elbows?
Who lit fire to the last of the rocks?
Knowing very well that this storm
Is bare feet, verses, earth.
Like fireflies
Opening doors,
The spring wind
Counting knives.
I adhere to berry and branch,
Leaf, sunlight in the arteries,
Theater wire and the stars.
I love this. I especially love the succession of three central images. There’s something inherently powerful about “bare feet, verses, earth.”
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Thanks Used Life. I was glad this line came to me. I like that it is stripped down, while having a chance to sum up a lot of meaning for me. And maybe a little bit of a pun on verses/versus, but in a good way. Hopefully it works. I’m glad you liked it.
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