Oct 2015 Kenna
QST
Incision
 Oct 2015 Kenna
QST

The crash left an autograph,
below my shoulder but permanent,

precipitating on a needle
softened by fog,

my abstract reality,
then seemed concrete.

 Feb 2015 Kenna
Tupelo
Passing
 Feb 2015 Kenna
Tupelo

On the porch,
Our star hung high above us,
The flowers bloomed,
Trees wiped away sleep from their branches
I remembered the frost on my bones,
Floating candles of fireflies,
Laughter in the breeze,
And the rain dripping from the shingles

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