This path
from Petworth
to the drowsy metro
is a bite of sun
across cherry branch
into the water head.
Greenleaf ways
& the grass throw
of the hum rails
cross the lefting
memory of a ride
in a salt shadow.
Saturday's breath
is sold to the hill
& in return
I get to keep
the sweet javelin
of her thought.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
This path
from Petworth
to the drowsy metro
is a bite of sun
across cherry branch
into the water head.
Greenleaf ways
& the grass throw
of the hum rails
cross the lefting
memory of a ride
in a salt shadow.
Saturday's breath
is sold to the hill
& in return
I get to keep
the sweet javelin
of her thought.
