Sonorous


Night after

a full moon.

The air is cold

like dusk

in the mountains of Mexico.

Sunny, then cold.
.

A long, serpentine hiss

the stove at summer's end

bubbling kettle

river

hastening downstream

so gently

the gods nearly ceased

their labors in the stones.
.

On my desk, one lily

releases a haphazard splash

petals and yellow pollen

on the wood

while another

curves its rigid spines outward

reveals a wickedly pink

and spotted interior,

prepares itself

to bloom

just once.

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