Arika Lloyd

Brilliance
left
overnight
...

There are
not
many
words
...

In the
empty
glass
of January
...

They are
as different

as the
...

It was
a face
vaguely
familiar
...

Eleven
hours
of healing
sounds
...

This is a
new day

slightly
...

The lines
are
disappearing
...

A shoe
has been
left
...

Lapis lazuli
floating
overhead
...

Heaven
alive
in an
audience
...

The roots of the day
tear open between her feet
twisting up, over
the first pink stones.
...

Finally
the branches
fell
into each
...

Once it was
over,

the
...