[Kay Syrah]

message

the birds lift
from the lawn
that is greening
into the blue
haze waiting
to become
a rain,
the movement
of each thing
measured
at the speed


of forever
from this moment
that began with
"oh."

[Camachee]

you doubt
the nights
we shared
when the moon
was central
integral
to our spatial
geometry
and quiet
orbiting
our conversation