Poetry / Smoke signals

A lone albatross, I
sift through the drifting
semaphore cloud breaths
that you cast, vaporous seeds,
into my soundless skyscape.

Below, waterways trace diagrams
of your organs -
tarry lymphatic systems,
winding intestines,
floodplain lungs.

I dream of engineering
the circumvention of your
many false positives.

I dream of abandoning the search
for your fading contrails.

I dream of assuming the
dew-wet grass blades
that advise your nude ankles.

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