somewhere around 3 beyond
the glow of orange groves
curve roads past Escondido
Among the avocados,
punch of kumquats in spring.
grandpa holds a broom to the sky to show the difference
between a would-be lemon and an almost-grapefruit
shake the leaves
these days talking to plants counts as prayer.
Paris is burning
700 years aflame
Reverberate, says the newscast
as the spyre falls
the wind an exhibitionist.
across the ocean a message,
I’m going to the garden
misplacing my keys I miss the ring
and do not hear from you again.
when the photographs of the black hole emerge
your initial appears awash within the circle
as if a temple to time now past-tense
life is the only way to get covered in mystery
of birth before death.
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cristen alexandria
explorations of an egyptian artist | diversity justice advocate |DJ @BEATKITCHEN.FM
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