Like a river rich in time trout moved invisibly beneath us
Without concealing the afternoon on shitbed creek
When characterization split like a diamond uncorrupted
Wintry symmetry tied us to the banister: two shores
One soul of a blind alley and one of little jewels
Too diurnal to transgress the bedroom
Too much art and no cinder light to read by
Intuition a blameless advance in a bear hunt
That next year there would be different arms



from The Stay Behind–published by Beautiful Days

Sold out on the press website, but there’s at least one copy on Asterism



By Serena Solin πŸ‘

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