The London Hours, 2012



as curved on an
abstract composition
i was stepping on thoughts
where i was born, wasn’t Texas
where i grew up, wasn’t Italy
where waters run beside
and skins laid against
soft and sunlight
i received
as I drove a visual road
it was before it happened

i can’t pinpoint smoky actions

slowed in time i don’t
currently reside

i moved and
it’s frequently
family meetings missing
when inspired I don’t
belong but to the streets
across night figures
the sky my eyes
point to point
in the inky blue
from light to light
a language
a cartography


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  1. Pingback: great curvature: by Anna Mosca | Bonnie McClellan's Weblog

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