Face Value
Face Value
choice ribbons out
the low tide blessing reveals
an image dressed in dust
hypnotic turning towards the reply
"you are not there"
here in a four syllable open tinted
window kind of place words float off
along a floor of shifting memory
both now and then
weak and strong
a heavy book is on the table
leather bound embossed
it's why I've come to sit here
shotgun straight in another man's coat
the metal voice continues
"not much to go on"
back and forth crawls down the eastern wall
twice two squared in the mirrored glass
if I said just what I am
the coiled verb I'm hanging from
would snap my penciled face
I want to erase the air
revise the hunted owl that haunts
the burnt out forest
Copyright © Paul Trimble | Year Posted 2022
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