Thursday, April 17, 2014

Mezzo

Irises on mezzanine
convey / repay / defray
the lyric opus fraction,
of olfactory
 
white spring, long


torrent of refraction,
while the lambent winds
street side climb


upward to a vintage
crease enduring limbo
streams and stalls
with blessings of new fact.


The tide comes in
meanwhile, already
worked up into blue
routine disguised as innovation.

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