Sympathies.
A cello bowed or dark sienna tulips
are moods.
Balsam creeps and hangs in the humid air.
A spice.
The mighty green and sour brine of seas
is prayer.
The red rock near the road and wind-shaped pines
are home.
A raven with a whitened wing at noon alights.
A shadow.
The broad-winged hawk that dives sheer from the wire
is stregnth.
Slow escalators that crawl from the subway’s tracks
are dreams.
The weight the plums the rounds of hushed eyelids
is lilac.
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