not yet the story

not yet the story

 

it was matter

mixed with

reverberation

 

 

of light

 

it was she seeing,

 

against afternoon light

 

 

***

 

impossible reflection itself—

a glance of water surface

 

dark shadows and sky

bright

—to enter

 

as crossing a foreign wall

 

untranslatable

 

always an outside

 

***

 

it is said messages

come from within the nest—

 

difficult to track—

 

footprints continue to evolve

at each windburst

 

***

 

lyric in the underbrush

 

sky sky

 

 

 

 

breath breath

 

 

 

in/eternal

 

and the song

 

***

 

dis-memory,

drawn lines in the palm

 

illusion of gratitude or

an emptiness to wander

 

the old road for the sake—

is not yet the story

 

 

 

 

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