Life
site specific
not a geography
just a moment that grabs a soft heart
the heart that leaves us breathless at the ease
of life.
And the moment
summons toward the golden delight
safely shelters
from fragmentation
from shattering
along a pebbled path
of a disappearing woman.
Where does a woman disappear to?
Would a moth that flies
about the head
dust the eyes with shadowy powder
so they cannot see
that you are not there, not here?
And this is the moment
the only one
when I can say this
precisely
waves roll over and the air
so lusty and full
as I skip along the pebbled path to the sea.
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