Kevin Bay

10 * 06 * 2018

Kevin Bay
10 * 06 * 2018

Clouds dwindle thrust and that sensation in the middle of your chest reports to your brain

God has a windfall to fertilize the Earth

Spit metal bits and floss plastic kerf into the milkweed

Alone with a broken wing but alive and That was—

But then This is.

A silk of fog however and now

Unrolled and enfolding toes

And here we go again with the

Never mind the fire and fall

The story is in the wind