Veins - Poem by Richard Bunch
That leaf is
worth your study on a star-pocked
whose veins shoot
through unscaled sight.
you summon up your lives
floating through to a summer’s deep.
Some, bathed in outer dusk, crisscross
as though surnames perforated
in blood, a milky talc,
puff of nothing.
to make a past, crossing
over in a present that unfolds
vibrations of blue.
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