to the traveler,


with the certainty of shards all over

when glass kisses the ground

falls in love with it


the microscopic pieces, they

find a way into crevices

having desires to remain


the running to

or from


let it be endless

hop hemispheres avoiding frost

keep the freckles on your shoulders

let beads form under the fabric crooks

of your bundled necessities


squint the growth of crow's feet

under the glass shield

lift the unprotected corners

form permanent parentheses


the sea

a spilled bottle of blue

it drips

bleeds onto the next and

down your wrist it smudges



and cannot be wiped away