Today's poem is by David Kutz-Marks
Liberation Two
Vapor is never itself these days,
clouded in streetlight and eyeing
a gutter and star,dying both ways in a breath.
You and I trudging up cobblestones,
London like ruin,
a formlessness thought,you and I dredging up stones.
And once there were oceans
violent inside us,since we would not tear or cry ourselves open
we got fat and tired and dreamlike.
I am high as a kite right now
hit a snag in a tree,the boy I was holding me gravely,
a gutter or star.
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