Silver light behind
a single cloud this evening.
Moon man’s been smoking.
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– orha writes
Silver light behind
a single cloud this evening.
Moon man’s been smoking.
—
– orha writes
On the horizon
a yellow wax seal pressed to
the day’s envelope.
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– orha writes
The cemetery,
each headstone is a crane in
Time’s origami.
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– orha writes
The mouthless banshee
still gnawing its victim’s ears
with a thousand texts.
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– orha writes
Youth soccer sidelines.
Both parents and bumblebees
cheering on flowers.
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– orha writes
Ritual of sticks
chewed and scattered by the dog
against garden shades.
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– orha writes
Faerie in my neck
in charge of cracking each joint
—gone for a smoke break.
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– orha writes
Speech leech in the cheek
sucking from the tongue each word
as they reach my lips.
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– orha writes
Figeater beetle
stumbling around the city
after the bars close.
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– orha writes
Completely cloudless
the sky becomes a canvas.
And look! My first bird.
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– orha writes