"kunckles" poems
Scuttle, little fingers!
Peck out permanences
like finches
kissing.
Follow your nerves,
little heart-endings—
Oh, you are the scores
left by gentle rain
on the piques of small mountains
& resurrection ferns
brushing shoulders
with each other
& lovers
walking.
3 May, 2013
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC