Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Io and the passage

 Io, ever light-footed
hoof on hoof, confused for feet

swerves past narrow passages
finds another god, to receive 
the same sentence we  have when 
we match the stars for luck:

that things mend, like skin 
cover over old scars, new money 
in our pockets, travel to destinations
unknown to reintroduce our faces to us
in glistening mirrors

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