lifted

[little crescent peels]



all of a sudden there is a lifting this weight it has abated. stacks and rows of valencias we trod of feet miles to the little market the mountains holding up the horizon all the little houses we talked spun and spoke of things unfolding it was grounding then i cried at my desk later. lines told by my hands my fingers. the smile yet still remains the eucalyptus trees stood like tall elders long forgotten rulers of the hill my heart is full weeping then i jump i jumped the cold overtaken in my fingertips this morning long forgotten.