Where Echoes Lie

From skin to leaf to husk

memory, parcelled as ribs of light

travels to where rain and spirals of sun


as cryptochrome tells leaves when to fall

this pigment works best in the blue pellucidity of light

where it stalks  borders

to measure brightness

balance rhythms


all the while a compass to pull to where wheat grows green

and reach back into ourselves

giving air to the spaces in between

just as willows tilt to unfold themselves against a slate grey sky


before a litmus moon marks a quick forsaking

and we fall

are folded up

and put away.


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