Monday, March 20, 2017

night poems (rise to write)

1

cle(a)ver(glass)
ever
ever(y)
even(ing)
cleave(d)
leave
ever(y)
clever
living
behind

spring forward, free.


2

In the cold morning air, the spoke of words comes back to me.
They were taken while I sick, rested, grieved.
The sieve stopped.
They're here.

3

gratia plena
gratia plena

nunc.