Saturday, August 13, 2022

Lee Ann Brown


Bodies Can Move This Way

Very fast like a car or waterfall 
Absence gap for stored-up music 
Evidence for the stolen nonce 
Your trick is all to the good

Our planetary hour
takes jumps 
Drop it doesn't mean stop

The fixed will fly perpetually 
in the blue hour some light reading

Silk nets are strongest 
Morning glories grow best in poor soil 
Music maker Fire tender

Photos stones 
The air sign to burn
Time your desire and circumstance

 

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