Karina Klesko
stepping out of the ring at day's end --
the sloping sun
darkness emerges and overtakes the last light, the last fight,
the split-second timing of almost discovering who we are, then snapping it away, time ends but only in jagged refrains ripping at my heart with every movement, every breath - waiting for the rise of the sun to bring in the familiar chorus of this joyful existence we partake in by merely opening our eyes.
a crown hung
on the hawthorn bush --
I dance alone
Bird-of-Paradise
From Vince, Australia
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