A Sign of, The southern cross

A Sign of, The southern cross

As solar ræs alchemicalize water to solid dirt,

I ask the twelve year old:

Can you tell me what the difference is between a child and

a kid?

(Joke gotten.)

S/he laughed. I smiled.

Spiralin’, perfect circles

refuse to come into focus.

[I/1/i/one time]

@

k/Nigh/t

/Nigh/ a year ago, Uris (a brown bear) & Æ

walked you through this forest.

Clear and right to another plane.

It was the dead

Of

k/Nigh/t.

We passed a couple, bodies doubled,

back on

this slat.

They saw us thru.

I laughed. Startled.

Bemused, i held anxious Uris back.

A month later the

gatekeeper (let me a’) passed with a “god bless.”

It was not the night I went dancing in the dark woods.

This was the

k/Nigh/t

The kids twisted metal.

The dragonfly

Left

You, this flower.

A spoonful can

Abso-

Lutely

weigh a tonne.

Just as much as the difference

One inch this or that way

Can make

iN

the AbovE & THE bELOW

pictures.

A watery sky, waves below from on the surface.

A tree finds itself well-positioned.