Ice Play
feisty tadpoles of sun
scamper off, boisterous bevies
amok on naked oaks, renegades
of mischief as ardent as
the gales which sway stilts of
goldenrod and primrose, frozen--
such an illimitable landscape
of glassy whips.
then a mortalized bliss of noon and
in consequence the red horizon
succumbs to purple nightshade.
onyx in the end,
a haunt of crystalline branches,
fashionable as a hairdo of hydras,
lolls of lazy creatures who only half remember
the drama of sauvignon-sunset tears ...
moonless now
so moonless …
no, a pomegranate moon!
goddess above brittle tongues in a basin of wind.
clatters of tinkles in chaotic hallelujah.
do they, in their sweet worship, taste a scintilla
of the castaway glimmers of the ice?
maybe then ...
yes, stars!
such brief wish seeds, ridden with mist,
far and frosty above the glistened ground.
what oasis this sprinkled gloss
in a darkling dome so high and unattainable?
what desert?
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9/26 .. don't ask me what's going on
5/26 ... vast eds
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