By Lori McGinn
invisible in the corner
the light moon keeps calling me
My dreaming ears are deaf
ghostly silhouette
green river leaf
you are our shadow of forgive
My constant is a heavenly water
raging sea
may we be the blood in your bones
desert sun cradles it’s whispering ghosts
The piercing arrow of fire
he stinging salt in my wound
may the memory of you be stitched on a plethora of hearts
you have been my best of friends
my green hammock of cradle and rock
i sit here, flick my marilyn lighter
fire up green heads up
down,
and living
i am content
i am loved
i am run
n
ing, down a mountain
may your winter be gentle
chilling candy cane crushed
topping off your homemade ice cream
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