Thursday, August 3, 2023

The Toast to Hours

The hammering of a flicker

ties us to one another.

And together the old sense 

comes round like an approval

from sleep,

comes the sip of the universe,

an old fashioned cocktail 

mostly beautiful.

We need this intermission

The brute ankles of the problem

sometimes weave

sometimes glimmer

sometimes shine

from lilac loss.

The bay touches a chamber of the heart

Walking around the market before it opens

may repair the wildflowers 

before the rain.

Switch to something in the experiment

The use of glass immediately

drains off this sunny, sunny toaster

looking natural before the gardens.

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