- dedicated to Nova Mana
Ripples_____pond
hematite black.
_____Water pierced
swallows itself back.
White walls of San Quentin
from this angle
a butcher's apron, vestal,
_____anticipating blood.
Air dances in sun
mummifies our lungs.
_____"What about that one?"
_____"Which one, sweetie?
That one? That's a cypress."
_____"Could I climb it
to heaven?"
_____Sky blue as an eye
steps down concrete
to meet a girl.
_____She waits for pain
_____promised by God.
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