Advising the Blind, Harvey J. Baine

Breathing, 48X60, John Brosio

 

Advising the Blind

Pretty the darkness
sound of plums
dropping
through the ripening
heat of night.

Bear the near whistle
of alone
the cat’s bone
behind kisses
cadence of crickets.

Shriek with your babies
for light’s risky breaths
where angels have left
footfalls
pools of mercury.

Delight in step.

The drummer stops.

Skies will fall.

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Harvey J. Baine

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