Listen to Va Boyle’s reading along with instrumentalist, Lois J. Henrickson (Lytingale)
one dark and shining, the other
paler by half
one with pink turban, the other
a cascade of curl
they wave, skitter like polished stones, across
an asphalt sea, swept
to each other, on a relentless tide
they fold in to one another,
like a harbor
liquid and supple
they hold on,
as though moored
