newton's cradle
Nothing can keep me from forgetting.
"In dust must splendid lads go down and choke,
Red dry their hands and dry their one day's sun
From which they earthward fall to fiery tomb
Bomb-weighted, from bloodying children's hair."
--Gene Derwood
exkompradeyo
moth crawling on black tile, blue
& red flicker, caesious skies
of spring (new spring): somewhere else the storm
the fuzzy end of the parabola
anado-kuniklo misprise, excuse
nothing as the pattern serves its term
solstico, barely recall the rigamarole
the triggering-sign that waits in our urban sphere
Labels: #CassiniDiskus, #SPQR
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