“Ash and Sand” By Vesago Rivera

Moving phrenetic sounds

out of my mouth,

An alphabetic slur

that runs

past hollowed walls and mirrors.

Dry...

Receding gestures

fall on paved reasons

that slowly cover time.

I saw the blue covered sky

filled with haze and grey eyes.

The whirl of white

spinning in frantic noise

driving down southern Illinois.

Now, look through windows,

look through mirrors.

The shattered empty glass

Never returning the hours

Of Ash and Sand.

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