LAURA VEIRS. Spelunking. . The tiny midnight caravan. Made its way across the black hills. As I watched from a distance. The slow-going glow. Their wandering you know.
I'm climbing up the stairs. I'm circling the waves. The broken ceiling paint. The broken windowpane. O a smile would melt. Me to an asphalt strip. Where all would travel.
Serpent tails and flying fish. sup up all the wishes. that you sent to the stars. Chinese dragons incandescent. mirrors in the waves. I want to put them in jars.