where we stand

has fog to fade
cold spades we spoke

this morning we
want to forget the day

leaps off quarry boundless sea for clouds to
rush at us like waves

like renewal so sudden
and jagged the sunlight through mist

we lift our arms
to fly    to dive

without our mouths
 of earth


(originally published in The Light Ekphrastic, Spring 2020)

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