X-ray man

nikau-berries

Layers of music,
layers of junk.
Layers of living
in the old tree trunk.
How many layers
in the X-ray man?
Pleat me. Pleat
my shadow.

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Rachel McAlpine

Enter Sir Lancelot

big-pine

Although it’s true
that golden gleams
surround him

and true that every tree
blossoms with a crash
as he goes by

it is a silent seeking
in his eyes that draws her.
She unzips.

A bird coughs.
It rains from a sky of blue.
And a queen wants a love that is pure.

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Rachel McAlpine