moments

moments

Friday, May 1, 2020




the mural found me

it was pressed against 
a cement wall

I'd walked through that alley
many many times
always going someplace
a bit too fast

thinking I'd like to create
something I could hold in my hands
offer to you
maybe fall in love, 
all over again

the red eye of the sea star 
called me to a halt
I touched it then placed my finger
to my wrist
then forehead

the wall was wet
not paint but morning air
thick enough to chew on
when I spit out blood 
I knew what I had to do

xo















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