Land Features

Lucia I am hovering over river bends

I'm chiseling out a mountain ridge with my breath

and I tried to play with negative space like you showed me to

with your catapult flinging quanta out toward the ages

Look at us we're a bloody mess and we're loving it

be the color of all the cataracts in my skies

and all the words that we wrote back then just slipped off the page

and rearranged themselves

in a series of devout formations

As you could guess the tears in my eyes are a brackish mess

who was it who said that I give and I take away

but on this day I don't think that I'm taking anything

I am reveling in the riverbed that I made myself