View from the Top

Something else new. Walks today

Watching out my window shoes that
fit baby s
crying bottom gut aching leaking
blood toes curled legs lifted ‘I’m going
where the sun keeps shining.’  Worry worry
toil trouble unfounded
wonder, broke

heart that craves reaches caves craves crumpled
breath in air jazz ‘every
body is talking at me’ train tracks make coffee
cups rattle on the floor soft new
shoes to cup dirty feet up here tramped miles
to sit and smile soft new
hands to cup old breasts  it’s relative it’s
new, window open
curry drifting up 

Reviews

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. despite the sadness ... there's something magically lyrical about this write ... the words have a beautiful rhythm ... absolutely beautifully written ...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Cool.