a large foil used to create downforce

Posted byZakPosted inPoetry

and look
how calm
it is now.
barely a riffle.
the scales
now laid flat.
the doorway
of the sun, flung
wide open. the doorway
of the moon, no
door at all.

a bright yellow flower, its petals nothing but joy

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poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

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