Friday, January 29, 2016

Robert Verdon, #31, Coincidence


I conjure up ice-flecks on a highland pool
dark as coffee grains
or cunjevoi on sea-dipped rocks,
moonflower-cool;
then it rains …
I hear ticking clocks,
and time wound tightly like a spool
And someone in China does the same.

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