burning palm perfume lays heavy wreath on spiky fur, light bones —grey crown on grey stripes of kitten playing pavement’s lumps and bends
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one window gold one window grey a call that can’t be placed beyond the sky—imagined white bird with blue -hour wings and hours still to fly Related articles A Witch is a Witch is a Witch(tinhouse.com)
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yellow leaf waves under yellow peeling bridge— what bleached coral lingers for the final crinkling edge to drink
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sand grains in different sizes fade into faded vision—the blue -brown lagoon waves also fade in steadied breath I had the first lesson of the PADI Open Water course I’m taking today, and I had a few moments of panic at…
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dust cats gather fur, toys, food under the bed—essentials —to sleep, half-sleep, to blink
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long fallen palm on the edge of curl raises canine head in the smoke of its own scent — dry of wind, shy of rain Related articles Fun Ways to Publish Poetry Follow-Up: 50 States of Poetry Party (thealchemistskitchen.blogspot.com)