It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It

Advances and Retreats

on such a praeter naturam day 
I am lingering in the murmur 
of her slow rising heat, 

a swimming distillation,  
and on this day of retreat,  
I stir in protection, clockwise, 

into phantoms of thunder 
and the crackling of craft, 
and what I remember of her 

is her lingering scent of 
creosote. 

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