"[Side by side everything rises as if your breath]" by Simon Perchik
Side by side everything rises as if your breath
once held two moons with room in your heart
for feathers — this emptiness waits for you
on each mountain side, step by step
you still hear the grass cast its shadow
upward then over the small stones buried
to thin the air — you too will be left here
still looking upward, there, there in the clear air
a flower that's not a place.
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