Face

A face opens
releases cathedrals
from their spires

stained glass smile
perpetuates motion
hands raised

visitation glance
bricks loosed from
aging mortar

bored centuries
build a ladder
to the moon

terrible how memory
shivers—I saw
you wink into a pool

reflected by grace
turn away from
broken chairs

all mystery hidden
in shadow dance
quick step down

from patched cracks
in the pavement
reckoning recognition

of flight no one
knows where your eyes
landed—I would

birth a thousand
houses just to unname
your face again.

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