THREAT FALLS
to look at you
eating a sunfire nectarine
and say "hello
maker of the beautiful breeze."
when this shadow no longer
resembles that of an angel,
notice my easy grace,
how nothing is said.
so, i am- an indefinite moment
of silence. an island
of mercy.
i would seek a path.
i would become a field.
with illuminations found
in the dirt i would become you
in your first moments alone.
in terms of the unexplained
only word.
you use your mouth.
michael c. boyko
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