NYLON, cretaceous soup remixed as fiber,
SHELF space for stockings diverted in wartime to parachutes,
VIRAL demand thus launched by rarity, a valuation from which none would
BUDGE, as, say, Romans were fixated on ivory combs.
Newcomers
COYLY peeking from behind cover, we saw from the
STYLE of tack on each
HORSE: these were no mere
LUNCH customers come to the tavern.
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Dry Witted Steed
LUNCH: thermos full of bisque, and hunk of cheese.
HORSE gets carrots and a bag of oats.
STYLE? Who cares on a summer day?—“Oh he cares”,
COYLY speaks the horse, as I splutter out the bisque.
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LUNCH, HORSE, STYLE, COYLY
A gentle breeze
NYMPHs and shepherds come away,
OVOID the forests, stay away,
FERAL wolves chase shepherds away,
SPECKs of dust blow nymphs away.
Tree towering to the Mind’s Eye
NYMPH in clearing tilts head for rustle of circling trees. Is she
SPECK? No, her grave task is sensing all that falls in forest’s ambit.
FERAL folk appraise mere lumber—yet she knows
OVOID seed for stately redwood, sees it tower in beauty and witness centuries.
JWST
SPECK of light stands out on a dark blanket,
OVOID patterns swirl in the fabric like
FERAL animals rampant in the wilds, chased by
NYMPHS of dark matter and gravity.
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NYMPH, SPECK, FERAL, OVOID
Stopover on Mt. Nebo
FATAL end inevitably arrives, yet cannot speak the final word.
REEDY shore spares a boy for future task and still the journey ends at Nebo’s judgment
POINT, promised land beheld, but barred. Divine
REHAB, shaming death, will raise him to a greater promise.
Point of No Return
POINT of no return, there on the banks of the
REEDY Sea, still red from the
FATAL alchemy wrought by that man who needs
REHAB from the desert.
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