There Are Shadows Behind Everything

in the fugitive’s house

small hands open to catch the rain

bodies coil into fetal position

kite strings unravel

 

all the black and white photographs

are what they believe in    and not

the consequences of this bleary-eyed

blood soaked earth

 

that they are no longer lonely

is a talent worth having

a small happiness

a future gone liquid

 

its radiant pattern

pitch and rhythm

going    going

gone

Published online September 01 2009.


The Open Issue cover image

This piece was published in ‘The Open Issue,’ the Fall 2009 issue of CV2.

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