Wednesday, July 22, 2020


—I’VE BEEN WALKING INTO WALLS ALL WEEK
  

Comet

I looked
for the comet
but only
saw clouds,
a gray cushion
pressing down
like an x-ray
vest on my chest,
mist thick as soup,
the world awash,
but you were
there as well,
the one solid light
in a seam of ash,
and so I took down
my defenses and
succumbed to the day
trusting your net
would catch me if
I ever was to fall.

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