September 2021

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By Dominique Hecq

peaching of sky, air aquiver
taste cinerary, like an omen

under the bridge, toss of water
swaying of reeds, stones sunken

my step perilous where lovers lay
their hearts among flotsam

your heliotropic face, shadow
of a smile, words not there

you uncurled your hands
let me through