Cento 41 (Day 1117)

Isn't this the best way

with gentle puffs of unshed 

rain   colored by dreams 

that kept you up all night

reclining alone in a land teeming 

with people   a rusty nail

whose metallic possibility

we choose to carry   anywhere

except the foam-rimmed strands

tattooed on your heart

© 2020 by Hannah Six

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Cento 33: Fields of yes (Day 1095)

holding on    we went  

undisguised   exploring 

places we once knew

velvety fields of yes

waterfalls   brilliant birds

the hollow of your throat

those hours broke our hearts  

waiting in their midst  

veering into darkness yet 

again   all is indistinguishable

you  mending the frayed edges 

of an encroaching forest

I  kneeling on my flat rock

mindful of your progress

(c) 2020, by Hannah Six

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