Looting the destroyed. Vessels of the sea. I wondered if the waves. Had taken all of me. . All of me back. Down to the black. Down to the where the worms.
Clear as ice. Oh, clear as ice. Dripping down. From a rock. . Spring will come. And so will fall. All my enemies have finally fled. They? ve finally fled and gone.
A strange July, storm came down. From the north and pulled out the salt. And it tore out the leaves. From the pear tree and my canopy. . In the twigs and the bugs of sow.
LAURA VEIRS. Where Gravity Is Dead. . Where gravity is dead. And the airplanes fly around. Above the roaming bees. And the buzzing town. Above the tattered flags.