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…

xxoo!

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

I am.

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