'23 a pity to stay the same

hiya folks,

what follows is part of a monthly poetry series I’ve been up to since fall 2018. it’s where the moniker ‘bardic bullion’ came from. I hope you enjoy reading this and future installments.

with love always,
Kate

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don’t you know
‘twould be a pity to stay

the same. there’s no time
for that. busted. old. moot.

when you’re looking for Justice on streams
but not time yet. when lake como is in the algo

but not (why?) yet. and her mirror had pink waves
framing it like the building with its hem lifted

like a secret peep, a winking ankle at you
and that was the doorway.

when the sun is in my commitments
and your values get the shine

when it’s analogue plush and dizzy bird digital
– i’m the siren – the way you’re mine.

xoxo,
now you know.