March Midday

midday;

i flick through book,

sirensong  

out-

side the room

g o

      i

g    n

 

r o u

        n  

         d

         a

       n

   d

round

in circles of blue

and flights of sunlight,

print:

 

 

ignites flint in my eyes

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I march toward the spring rounds, waiting for a clue to hit me at my midday, the light hits me between buildings and debt.

The curve on the round was awefully striking!

[...]

. oh, this is absolutely spectacular poetry, monsieur ...
. "circles of blue" is such an amazing phrase ... love it ...