Masses: Masses

painting by Marlene Vine (, poem by Roy Herndon Smith

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The woolly gist
of gravity curves space back
into the masses

of nothing out of
which it forever explodes
the chorus of birds

in a cool morning
after a cool night after
the year’s first hot day

before the fire next
time, now we can breathe again
the children still sleep

in just a moment
they’ll wake, we’ll curve into them
remaking it all