tiroir — tiny poem

et qu’est-ce que vous avez dans ce tiroir

a little slice of moon upturned

seven bottles of my favorite new colognes

a lipstick

ten or twelve hats

a raft of roses and attendant doves

the sea


looking backwards into the mirror

ones sees the flash of time

the lovers constellated


what leaps up from the sea?

twinned golden fishes sleek as seals

heat on sand

fused silica flashing glass

the glimmer in an eye


1000 tubes of color

a kiln

the paper unfurling

before my eyes…


going to beach but tonight I’m going to write my old genre all month!

I am.

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