Sunday, April 27, 2025

Poem: Defense

 

Defense

 

if a cordillera were a blanket

scrunched beneath a plaster sky,

maybe then i could mantle myself

in a plush defense

of tectonics until the world disappeared,

and i became a gem nestled

against the bosom of the earth,

cradled by magma-warm arms.

 





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