liberation clasps

a poem by Charlie Smith Little prongs,hooks,eyelets threaded through you, some days almost invisible,love a pertinence unapprehended, magnolia spikes,swept up curlicues of scent,bird feathers in the grass, a park we crossed at dusk talking about liberation--clasps,brackets,childhood mixed in,the sacred memories--Baltic Sea, the South--catches,latches,holes in sound, some of these,the words more important than before,a glimmerance,limerance,the rain softened lights among the monuments,the way I hung back to see you walking, a step ahead, as if you were leaving me... -CSmith. peace out yo