Two Poems
Poetry by:
CY MARCH
abalone castle
borned glimpse in the water
big iridescence gathering
at the beach i go inside it
how it feels
see myself in a new mirror
gleaned blue and white and pink
i make a movie in the castle
looking at myself looking
body spoold gleaming
shells buried in the yard
garden alphabet
i put my hands in the dirt
dig it out
the dark white spread of morning
columbine after it’s rained
the way it touches beside me
watching closer
big garden plume
the sloped gathering
my head thick with it
the unclean spelling of vegetables
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