HAMPTON STREET, 5:28 PM (DINNER CONVERSATION)

LAUREN ELMA FRAMENT

 
my father was a window

            once

a sail fat with wind

                        & promise

he was a wing of language

            a cloud of wildflowers

arriving through the soil

                        now, a shard

            of moonlight /

& a garden

            of iron spikes

                        spearing quick

            from his mouth

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