Words

Words have the power to cling on

Like—a sliver of lint on
an unwary shoulder

or a floating floret of a dandelion
grazing the wasi-sabi rifts of the skull.

A playful pounce of a puppy trapped
in the body of a furry leviathan

or the patter of sheets of aluminum rain
on the leathery hide of us.

Like a looming purple comet
getting larger as it plummets

or a tackle from a friend
that leaves you
laughing, breathless –
broken

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