Monday, July 15, 2013

07-14 Willow At Laurelhurst

She arrived.

wedding lace and cobwebs draped,

She.

slow, tilted, wattled, and bent,
twisted,
heavy,
plummeting,
her lids and crows,
laughing,
larger,
wider,
orange bead dripping,
amber glass and incense,
swaying a bugle in her butt

She owned.
space.
frightfully aware,
she owned.

space.

cymbals clanged from her ears
drums hummed between her toes
and yet

she
grace
cracked
full
gathered
us
in

and
owned

space.

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