Poem: Ice Oaks Day Dusk Night

 

 

Ice Oaks Day Dusk Night

 

flashy whorls of sun.

surreal and hypnotic surely

and yet not kind,

amok with succumbing gossamer,

ravenous purple nightshades.

 

crepuscular then,

a filigree haunted, fated, frozen,

laden with wine-tinged tears 

both wistful and serpentine--

mantles half-buried

along with the raucous glory 

of the day,

desperate now

for a single molecule of shine, 

of flight, of stars

 

and yet

could heaven be a pomegranate moon?

gorged above the medusan hover 

of the canopy?

 

could it be 

the moon, oasis bathed in the spectral,

that celebration of tapestried glints,

illimitable yet soft,

joyful in its midnight,

blooms?

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5/28/24...