Secret Ingredients
Velvet
a bottle of night
lost in the depths of the shelf
mislabeled as ink
–
owl’s wings, silent
across diamond
pierced ebony
Sere
spreading alder boughs
provide little respite from
the stifling heat
–
impression
of my sole
in asphalt
Reflection
feeling the glass give
reaching in through the mirror
to pull myself out
–
glassy water
ripples spread
across the surface
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