magoski
Body
2 the poem.
Snail
2 the sidewalk.
Diamonds
N the dew.
Honey
on the walls,
waiting
4 the tongue
& cheek.
2
Leave
a glistening
sentence
where your footsteps
kiss
the ground.
The morning
will read
our names
in the moisture
before
the sun
drinks them away.
Nothing
holds
forever.
Everything
touches
everything
for a while.
Body
to the poem.
River
to the stone.
Bee
to the flower.
Wind
to the harp.
U
to Me.
Me
to US.
Dance
w/US.
Until
the sidewalk
forgets
our footprints—
but remembers
our rhythm.
