By Jeffrey Alfier
By Jeffrey Alfier

By Boris Salvador Ingles

i want my ashes
strewn across
a glass lake

where my vowels
could warm
the feathers
of your heart

an estuary
of fresh water
& salt

i could flow freely
inside the deepest pool
move in waveletsacross sediment
& stone

i’ll feast on minnow
& crustaceans
chase hummingbirdson mended wings

break my soul
across migrating tides
lingerlike an albatross
in the shallows

my hair will slither
along the shore
the earth will harvest my blood
quench its thirst

& i’ll move once more
inside the hemisphere
of your heart

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