-for rg-
A thousand suns have set in me,
a thousand birds drawn
by the deep impressions of hands
pressing earth; downward dog, to cobra,
handstand, staff position three breaths,
press back again into child’s pose,
the maps I used to find aviation
against you.
This river is wide.
The rivers, and thousands
of copper pennies thrown into ponds,
and the deep jade green forests
in the northwest,
the […]