Sunday, November 24, 2019

The stool's feet on the spreading ice
attach to a keyboard ship,
the sun cracked air lifts off
and straightens the combed-over trees
on the chain linked side paths.

Roots in the frozen depths
turned like a lid
open to the moon's
dragging orbit.

Feline stripes and split paws
eyes near the rhyme's equator
fury with a mic
ripping soul for a pierced
cluster of wires.

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