Island rock arch

I pass through rock arch
The foot at which all die
and bodies pile, river tongues lapping
At skin, pulls at clothes

I pass through rock arch
And the river is full of petals fallen and
Flowers floating away

transient leisure

(they sold the old home) luck told me you weren't completely honest about wanting to make sounds. i rustle through papers to find the dye. i find a letter of love from you i missed.