"dirty
alive, surviving
but for the next hundred footsteps,
thriving.

magic might be the word,
so why not the world?

quite a bit of black, such a colorful evening
twin body, sister planet
no color so scary
if you keep your eyes breathing.

this rock sprouts talk--sit.
they're roots, too
not mine, not you,
what is six, what is two?
imagine us, the charcoal's pit.

dust, smiles,
god has a child's
teeth.

a color in your eyes' sides
leads you to a hill
the greenest, fluid, widest pill
a circle's moment makes us still.

wonder back
run to where you're getting
nothing tells me i haven't been here
i couldn't overlook a being
a shapeless ring, these spinning things.

get carried away
save a sunset--they can't begin,
their endings as solid as the original wind.


filter perfect, skyward clean
the unheard of, heard of, numbing dream. "
-Alicia Capp