Poire de la Nuite,


In the terror of the depths of ocean

Or haze in the mind,

The end apparition is the intolerable

Splashing breakfast speed

And with the transformation of the day comes

Steps and roadways of music,

Murmuring in the glow rose of dawn.

At the same time guppies extract liquors

From the rock, and the pebbles burn through the liquid

Despite their notion to freeze.

More circles flying than sneezes,

Children of kangaroo shoppers lift

Their wings to creep into the points between

The ends of books, and stir the

Kettle of dreams until done.

Light blind

Groping eyefuls to tea

Washing jewelled lashes.


                                                              -LaDonna Smith

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