Train O. Memphis. 2014. Toby (photo credit: Karen B. Golightly)
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One stone still forming
left to itself though its roots
can’t find the place
–from a distance this pebble
is taking so long, sends the others
a signal that is not a morning
not yet rain coming with skies
–it’s a dark nothingness, its sparks
still hidden, too soon for the two
that would become a sun
and for the first time
without evenings or the dirt
you grind slowly from footsteps
and loneliness, has the shadow
it needs for rest, kept alive
on the darkness nursing your fingers
pressed against each other and your eyes
without kisses or a mouth.
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Simon Perchik