’DRAFT, there’s a draft! Close the door!’
’LEANT on it, sure I did. Blew open once more.’
’A(h), ZURE, that’s what ya always swore.
ARRAY wif ya! I’ll see ya no more.’
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Shirk Abstraction
SHIRK abstraction. Celebrate, say,
GUAVA, a concrete fruit. Green, verruca’ed, yet it sweetly blends.
OPINE? No, leave tedium of punditry for others.
FABLEd zero sums sum life without living water.
For the Birds
GUAVA trees housing tropical birds who
OPINE about the sun overhead:
FABLE? mirage? worth it to
SHIRK the shade to investigate?
Treasures by the Sea
1.
Spirit Wind
LEANT boldly, full sails at beam reach,
ARRAY of small craft scudding under the sun,
DRAFT, not of commerce, but for summer dreams,
AZURE lake alive, spirit wind’s joy as motive force.
Distress
AN ODE I wrote but yesterday,
BEGAN to recite by
AUDIO, but young May cried!
CHASM opened in my way.
Leap
CHASM like Leviathan’s maw below, the only
AUDIO the echoes of my jackhammer heartbeat.
ANODE to cathode, leap like a spark, I told myself. Then I
BEGAN the countdown.
Let there be
ANODE whence power flowed: speech, divine
AUDIO, sounding out the Let there be!, giving birth to stars, skies, earth, trees, and humankind.
CHASM bridged, maker to made, speaker to hearers drawing breath and hearing words—words by which all
BEGAN.
Beware!
RAJAH, with care, opens the jar;
COBRA pokes his head out, just so far;
PIXIE sets the snake to bite the mare’s
SHANK, which raises all the rajah’s fears.
Foiled
COBRA staff in hand, ready to
SHANK that Ali Ababwa and take that
PIXIE from the sultan for myself, but
RAJAH the tiger was unaccounted for.