Gnomes

GNOMES

here’s what happened

fog and brain, ribs and rain

I moved apart from winter but found snow and ash

in hideaways where reddish

gnomes mined for fragments

of fractured illusions

the mirrors of my haunted corners

cracked in angles only 

they could read, the maps of our indiscretions

oh, suspicion

my arrows aimed for buttercups but

pricked the shades we crafted

and shone light in turn refracted

spilling bits for reddish 

gnomes to claim as theirs

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