opposite of abstract

some

spaces where

old/skins are shed …a night that opens its doors to fantasy and

small words are symbols

that dance

down the paths past the gate

my breath so uncluttered to

touch the words stringing them like lanterns through the galaxy

asking again if through

some space cracks light nonostante pattern, rythm

clustered in the poet’s shell.

~ by susaneb on April 12, 2008.