McCloud River Railroad

She plants skies of dawn, I unearth sea foam before Easter Sunday. Together we feel unimportant but we walk hand in hand toward luminous grasses. Unseen black feathered child over the roof of houses at night; your feet weary - my veins raise a neon green voice.

Photography A Pink Moon Camera
Wearing boyfriend jeans, Poupée cotton and silk top, Jil Sander pumps, Louis Vuitton minisacs
Excerpt from my own poetry work