] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco


Sloped in slow reflection.


The candle on the island
lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
[Strike!]. In silent fire sits,
‘mid smoke dance-dissipation.

Jesticulating silhouettes
sitstand on roadshoreside.

Sloping, hunched memory
of form found ‘midst the moving
sound. [A flashing: Blue].
And you…

[       ].[       ].[       ].

…fading out; detailessness…
Musing, move-bound, glass-gleam lights.
A profile part-remembered in
the pressed ‘n burning sand.



Image credit – Olive Magazine

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