Big Window

a quick glimpse of something beautiful


Birds weeded in the interval of days

they traveled green refuge maps the south
empty at its center

We had been given something incomplete

union of our bodies so on days mine might conceive

you noticed me beside several rocking chairs and tables
covered with blue cloth

In those days I went to work on my geography, a sound
from wind in trees like rushing water

with scant description, the bark
collaring sun

as our little event continued to widen

by Rachel Moritz

published in TYPO 13

art by Kelcey Loomer via flickr


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