In Time

you wait for me
I imagine glass
the bent harp
wilted notes I hold

by your neck
your sheet music
part of me
you flow through

my words are not
chasms I am bottomless
a pit you didn’t get
to know

though once we stayed out
got matching pigeon tattoos
that’s something no one
no two else do

keep your feathers near
wing the ink trace
the path to fly to
I’m this close this close this close

 

(originally published in Street Light Press, Summer 2017)

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