Pushing with their noses,
solar fish nudge craters open.
This song marks the beginnings of a bridge
rising over the roadway. Pink hail
freezing in a rainpipe.
Words sharing one bed, a spangle of bracelets
broken. (the muscles in her arms roll;
her paste jewelry comes down in pieces)
The heavy
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joel wrote: Dude, yes. Amen!
The images you string together are charged with amazing colors and movement! I'm just reading and rereading and loving it!
Thanks, joel. I've been reading some of your stuff, and think it's great. When I have time I'll have to go back to your poems and post some of my thoughts.
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