Eyes overcome the richness of a dilapidated beach
by resting anchor on the surface of the sun
she speckles sight the way she speckles pigment
against the skin like paper thieving specters from the air
A weight of cherry heat,
cherry oak and tears made marble
as with frost, the wind may cauterize this womb of softly curling vapors
Here, leaves have the quiver of light,
and we, the sputter of words
As both glisten through a shell of compressed ash
we stop and listen for a voice
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