Three Poems

Criticism


In the cerebellum of another,


All is quick, including me.

How surprising in the morning
To find things as I left them.

Today I searched for a trail

But didn’t find it.

At the bottom of the box,

The flower I pressed.

In the shape of my hand,
Veins.

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