Summer’s Eve

honey sun will bloom early

clock beats summer’s eve
honey sun will bloom early
radiant symphony waxes
in petal peach & bitter blue


Thought that I would try my hand at some magnetic poetry.


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Sunflower

The florets don’t share their color;
they maintain their vibrancy
and their contrast to the bland surroundings.

I rub my fingertips against the sunflower petals,
trying to extract their hue
that I might use it to paint my dark world
bright and golden.

The florets don’t share their color;
they maintain their vibrancy
and their contrast to the bland surroundings.

The pads of my fingers also remain the same–
bare of yellow–
only the skin-tone whorls and loops and arches
that existed long before my attempt at amelioration
can be seen.

And yet something in the murky cosmos,
though nearly imperceptible,
has changed.


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