michael

he traced the airplane line

with his finger

the expulsion from the jet

cutting through

the cloudless sky and he would

lie on his back for hours to do this

in the cool grass

On a trip he was inside a plane

he was going across the ocean

closing his eyes 

he recalled what he would

do in the cool grass 

When the plane skimmed at

the surface of the briney deep

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silent river

on the surface

control can contort 

a face into a smile or an unimpressed blank

the silent river is raging

beneath

gorging over its’ edges

taking down ancient root systems

void of fish

current too strong for anything but itself

it is moving through the body and taking anything it can with it in its’ wake

the silent river has no ocean to flow into but these pixels that form into characters and those into the words of this language

claire

the snow compressing
underneath her feet was
her favorite sound
steps were made Pausing in between each
each foot compacting
the white underneath

winter walking lent itself to a discovery
her foot would have crushed
a bird after a cat attack
displayed stark against
the blank snow

sidestepping
this she scooped
in her hand to bury it
and after she did not
so much relish the sound of the snow