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Poetry Fiction

Whispered

potato mountain clouds form above the blue horizon

scooped up from a side dish

of delinquent vapors, hanging out below the trees, while

through your sun-lit tresses you fumble

for words like beguiled, quiescent, unfettered

—the longer-lasting federation

of light, so much less mathematical

now—from your eyes the uncalculated beauty

of a hummingbird, its errant points and integers

floating like flakes of snow

in a bowl of blond or scarlet light—

One Response

  1. jhpchicago says:
    August 2, 2021 at 9:43 pm

    …very nice John!

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