UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT
A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
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A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
circles & squares or perfect dots on a blank white sheet during the drought a storm cloud turned green & dropped a mean coconut killing a ken doll in the process his beautiful arms I took off & painted aqua mailed to my... Continue →