mayan frieze

like figures in a Mayan frieze

the borders hem us in

I can’t tell where you leave off

and I begin

I eat to satisfy your hunger

you drink to quench my thirst

your slightest wound marks my skin

with tiny blue blossoms


let me take your troubles

and turn them into swallows

that circle round the chimney

and blend into the night.


(orginally published in Alba)

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