Monday, May 06, 2019

A glittering chair
where the moon bows down
on high, the beautiful product
staring a hole through
the shuttered time warp,
a shoreline's empty spray can
pressure ebbing in the weft
grains flickering salt claws.

Beaks and bald spots
following the sugary horizon
town crier's corroded reports in the air
old riots faded past language
newts tangling in a puddle's shallow edge.

Shivs within mercury trees
two solitary beads
taking off.

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