Once upon a picture

from the mantlepiece  
quivering questions  
swirling soot soothes  
chimney smoke signals  
   
written by an old berber woman  
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth  
speaks storm like crawls  
through a needles eye  
   
one eyed truth  
a fools journey  
how wise are those  
who have none  
   
and twirling figures escaped  
escalating science from silence  
in a hazed compound  
   
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip  
she wants to be a ballerina  
when she dances her dark brown curls  
emanate lifting alit alive  
   
in the half dark she braids  
my white banshee hair  
uncombed undone    
free unbecome    
   
my brother runs his fishing net  
finding crabs among cobble stones  
from sunrise to sunset he is there  
   
when sunken moon  
hangs laden amidst indigo sky  
we become three ribbons  
across tides untied adrift  
   
   
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