Grace Cavalieri
Grace Cavalieri
May 31, 2015


For Bryan Christopher
Awakened by daily light,
I moved through a map of sounds
into the fold of the future.
in the periphery of
friendship was a man standing in
light between the trees.
How does he enter my story,
his hand on my shoulder,
walking beside me
all these years,
making art so we cannot
be destroyed by its opposite.
I move in the periphery
of his friendship into the
folding light.
The spectrum of colors
carried in his pocket
are horizons that say
words I did not know before,
leading me by the hand.

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