bone polish by Nikoletta Nousiopoulos

Charging, into open panes of steel air,

I lead forward. Fumes of lavender hint

against newborn grasses. Heavenly guided

by dual forces, my words detangle flowers

and weeds. By nightfall my zodiacs travel

spaces & reflect midday spools of shadows.

For the first time, I feel fine in loneliness.

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