
Hands of Missing
gesture signs
as you pass
digital choir
sings songs of angels
reach for assurances
your touch
lingers there.
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Each one,
ending with
Kafka’s fade,
lingers days
whispering deepening
peeling half-speed
to the raw
distracted
gaze.
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I attempt
loose calculations
what weight
two pears for breakfast?
then deem
icebreaking
a skill worth
acquiring.
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Haida girl
eyes dance now
see
Raven circle Moon
between us
no longer strangers
unspoken message
yes I know
the Good Place, too.
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I am here
message etch
reflection
holding wall
stone bank
water’s edge
reminding lookers
first, existing
I
corporeal, then
presence.
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Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.