by Steffi Drewes
Milky moon rings
orbit our eyes
stand iris to iris
and after the rain
Puddles double
every step
slow touching
skin to concrete
to find more sky
Sucked in by simple
swelling mirage
miraculous antennae
fingertip-flooded memory
bright bumps in the dark
but less than smoke, we
smell wet, bursting
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