Olivia Taylor

Poetry 54

even in my small wanderings i have realized that people leave pieces scattered across the earth glowing invisibly in other hearts and cities deserving and undeserving like so many meteors and i am glad to have shared this momentary patch of earth with you who have beheld spires and cobbled stars rimming moon-melted mountains and the living pages of plaster walls or the breath of green-rolling fields and felt the clear singing of frozen lakes upon your winged feet and my wish is (even in our wide disparate wanderings) you will leave a small-glimmering fragment to go with me