ARCHITECT by Lisa Bowden

February 21, 2011

ARCHITECT,

boatwind your cloud

to my ear

so I can hear

your breath

move

grass-like

across

the field

of my palm,

constellate

your blindingly

invisible

self

inside

my throat

so remembering

is breathing

the sky unbuilt‹

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