Less Than June

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 26, 2018

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no one spoke

there were three of us

working pallets loose at the dock

 

I sucked on green kiwi

just off the truck

under the turtle shell

of arguing clouds

 

fierce pieces of rain

split apart into

thick throws of wind

that wrestled between buildings

and spilled out like bats

from this great shake of cathedral skies

 

a human heart

a fistful of clay

 

it is as simple

and as wise

as the three of us

not speaking in the rain

wrapped like onions

to the storm

 

it is because of the times

streets can sound like one note

sustained over an ocean

 

it is because breath 

can ride along skin

in ravaged flight

like kites

diving

 

it is because the thumb

makes a noise

when entering

an orange

 

it is because I'm thinking of the silk

shirt you were wearing yesterday

like an Asian doll

buttoned tight around your neck

in the red throat 

of an opera sun

 


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