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Groundwaters Publishing, LLC
Volume 7 Issue 2
Page 26
In the myrtle warren
I remember invisible lurching
This heart times seventeen
I remember I would be mystic
I remember the price
I remember smoke
The moon says bolt the stodgy twilight
I came from between crows
My hands bruise
My hands say solve
They cut oleander
From their immediacy
Your eyelids
Momentary whistling
I take July make it the solution
Take River make it winter
Make it my business
I am clumsy with pardon
I forget lesser stars in favor of Mercury
Here comes the moon again
For security reasons waxier
I court peepers count possum eyes
Those intermediaries between dream
And orange sickle
My mother never said
Accelerate your dreams dear
You’re running late
Heart, What Have You Licked Today? By Quinton Hallett
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