Six tulipsA Poem by Ana B.Beautiful lies in a
look Like smiling fire
bombs Stuck in my blue
notebook As I outline kismet’s
palms.
The sky is bruising. And this theory of a
novel Has become impossibly confusing Yet cannot sway this
lovely ravel
Of tangles words Cause that’s the space
between us And so I wink, and The
Wind nods - no one distorts the
truth like he does
Except the mind.
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