Thursday, November 15, 2018

The dome of a frozen pond
breaking the roots of the woods
cold lips resting against the sky
tar diving under firecrackers
wood heels on a treadmill of glass
island's rift of steam
dripping wreaths of branches
over the luminous nudity
hoods of wheat-colored plastic
lids of cooked tapioca
rolling back on icy pulleys
a cornfield flattened
by a fleet of rubber rafts.

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