Thursday, May 14, 2015



Onset: rays of bleach,
trees—their ghosts courting rooftops—
and my melting face.

Tiger-stripe highlights,
earth and asphalt illumined
the stink of summer.

Its yawning azure,
crowned with unseeable teeth—
no such vertigo.

Seafloor, its burden
made wasp and mirage, no light-
er for the transfer.

Exeunt: twilight—
early, with ice on its breath—
leaves, allowed to sing.

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