MAKING A WAY

Crossroads

provokes idleness back to life

 

perforated clouds bless the land

painting moving shadows

tickling the infinite underground

into jealousy

 

the past becomes reflected

on walls of thoughts

opening dark caves and

mountains missed

 

just up ahead

there’s a hole in the sky

where kites exhaust the air

and lost gloves return home

where the best parts are put

back together

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