Diana Adams Smoke Vita

Fingers unmarry
their tips, each nail
fixes in orbit, red's
a far castle, each plume
emitted miles long:
crypts and branches, ice-silver
feathers of dress. Evanescent:
rise, spread, retreat, depart.
On the tongue a chestnut horse
with me on it: in your dream
is the dream where I dislodge
a hymn, premonition
to a more grim music: fears
of being damaged, trepidation
at important intersections,
smoke obscuring all your stops.


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