i’m feeding glass to
time machines..
that belch out change
like copper
rain,
tripped up by wires
were never
seen,
eyes scraped raw,
teeth tinted
green.
creative writing
two birds on a
branch
gazing beyond
the limits
of human
desires
and neighborhood
fences,
turn to each
other
while sharing in
stillness.
i watched you
swim at
dusk
shadows shrouding
ripples made,
your form faded
beneath,
to reappear as
fireflies
sprinkled over
violet
lake.
hands in the garden 
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