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sometimes
too bright the eye of heaven shines
fold into
it
like an
ache
itch
through
solar on
the roof now
and when
you're in one
the oven
runs for free
what but a
breeze
encouraged
between doors
how we are
winter yearning
open the
encyclopedia at the iceberg pages
outside
every leaf says fuel
a dragonfly
flew through
wings of
fire and gone
one of
those days
the sticks
turn snake
and gather
to drink
where we do
nor am I
flimsy with the wishing
but here
comes Christmas
baking in
the beard
and we
admit life's larger than
but give us
our moment
this daily
shine
and dust
cicada's
summer in the sunny south
worldwide
tinnitus!
then water
is measured in tank rings and tubs
thinking's
all apocalyptic
you bucket
it out like a miser
it's half
the night as well
blackout
advised now we're under bombardment
we are the
sun inside
light even
a kindle
it's little
wings to flame we call
gather me
some complexion dimmer
squeeze it
over me for a shower
everything's
out of tune in this heat
I want to
get on with the day out of words
and the
next line calls me back
I love the part about icebergs and the encyclopedia
ReplyDelete'baking in the beard', the ratchety cicada tinnitus - you catch it all.
ReplyDeleteI feel quite happy about this
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