Lotus
Not an island
as might be imagined
but still a place
of sedate longing
perfect geographical
expression of that feeling
in the legs before rising
when one has awakened
and is yet to be ready
Denizens floating by,
dazed, offering us fluffy
drinks with toys in them,
their own swirl of nectar.
(first appeared at Leaves of Ink)
Polar
Icy
his form, flowing
from the cold
center of north
How
we tried to thaw
him but no
such luck
When
he saw us
through foggy
breath, knowing us
we recognized
the gleam
of isolation.
(first appeared at Leaves of Ink)
Saucers
Do you believe
in flying saucers,
the prof asks
before tossing his
plate across
the lecture hall,
then:
How about now?
(first appeared at Leaves of Ink)
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