That there was a yesterday
with a river of hours. Invitation.
A binding of light. Shadows
of wind, passing like landslides.
Fragrant, dark, frozen. There was
a compass, like a tiny satellite,
spinning. Fascinating. Far-off
distance. Promising. Festive.
There was still a yesterday. Light
saw through us. Thirsty nights
touching cool heat. Bold, tasty,
lingering. A valley. A forest. Filled
with rain. Pure features. Dazzling.
Because we were. Because we grew.
Changed. Because we are. Parched
and hungry. My mind, or something
like my mind. Belongs to both of
us. Undistracted by distraction.
A marvelous design. Currents
of things to live by. Of things
to die by. Of sour sadness, like
a landfall in the sky, in the bed,
in the glance of a passing eye. Yes
-terday all my troubles were not
far away. You are inside my mind:
a painful obsession, like violence
that obliterates life …
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DAH’s ninth poetry collection is SPHERICAL (Argotist Press, 2019) and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Italy, Germany, Canada, Spain, Poland, Philippines, Singapore, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart nominee, Best Of The Net nominee, and the lead editor for the poetry critique group, The Lounge. DAH lives in California where he teaches yoga to children in public and private schools while working on the manuscript for his tenth poetry collection. His eighth book is Full Life In The Day Of A Poet, selected poems (Cyberwit Publishing, 2019).