Thursday, March 26, 2015

SOUND AS VISION

No sooner awake 
than were 
his ears suddenly—pierced to feel 

warmed strangely!
by 
the delirious cryof a lone gull

doubtless startled
but
by turns—elated

and crowing—perhaps
to her lagging and 
dappled companions—regarding

reasonably
the smell 
of fecund alley trash;

which, by nowmust be!
rising in tandem 
with that invisible weight 

of the world's 
nearest kind 
preposterous yellow star—in radiant plumes

not yet
of warm—but of milder
cold air,

each one 
just quietly 
exhaustingthe tired 

premise of another 
endless winter.

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