Right There Right Here

Even in the middle of the mountains
the mountains seem far away.
Truth is like that.

A look into the hazel iris reveals
ocean, coral, equator.
Welcome to beauty.

Grinding rough not even sharp
edges cycle into smooth
and carves a point.

A man’s calf a woman’s voice
are parallel like steel and silk
on the beach wanting

more music than what either has
alone wondering where the other is


About mrsorenson

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