in that gray cloudlessness
between cyan and cornflower,
our words became ice, steel
wings barreling to
the edge of escape
(originally published in ‘the vacant hinge of a song‘, courtesy of Origami Poems)
in that gray cloudlessness
between cyan and cornflower,
our words became ice, steel
wings barreling to
the edge of escape
(originally published in ‘the vacant hinge of a song‘, courtesy of Origami Poems)