-Hannah

turning circles

belly-down flat

damed-up river

pure azure into teal

silver leaves shudder

thunder grumbles

a memory once lost

the gift of a stranger

-Kim

-Kim

-Hannah

a simple meal:

three small ingredients taste of

weightless cold stars
dripping into a sea
slippery and cold as an eel

warm breath condensing on slick, tempered glass

nothing but cold moonlight
illuminating the room
white sheets float

-Kim

-Hannah

-Kim

-Hannah