this imaginal space – draft pt.xi

the sun reflected from a black cat’s eye
the petal of pale flower
the wet road
a blade
a tooth
a shell
an egg
a claw
a seed
a stone
an eyelid
a pool of milk
the back of a shallow spoon
the foam massing on a breaking wave

every day that passes
I am reminded of you





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