Eris Watson Poems

I want the misty mountains.
Not like they are now,
But how
They were a year or so ago.
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Moribund day.
Sun dies
and moon inherits the sky behind.
A plane interrupts
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Figures of flawless grey
bent against the wind.
Filled with empty
up to the brim.
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When you spoke,
there was not enough.
Your hands moved through the air
like a bird,
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Like butterfly’s wings,
I cannot be touched.
For skin against skin
and overwhelming brush
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Look at the actor.
Spreading his arms like wings,
As if trying to fly
Over the heads of his audience,
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Friend 1: I’m lost, you know, sometimes.
Sometimes I wrap myself up in me and hide.
I fly, but inside.
And
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