On Stony Creek by Kristin Camitta Zimet
amassing on my back whatever / curls in eddies
amassing on my back whatever / curls in eddies
Is a new penny / its copper shining in the sun
moments pass till what’s left is only wax paper and greased fingers
I am going out amongst the gray and green mountains to learn again why I keep coming back here
Horizontal Haiga
the pink jagged dash below a chapped palm
I look down bashfully at my leather hiking boots, I am a foreigner.
honestly, I feel a little guilty how could you compare this body to an ocean?
My head aches from clenching emotions while goosebumps pepper my skin.
their appearances are unexpected