Afterpresent

Poems written long ago and rummaged into a sequence, tagged by year.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The wordless sun without even lips
smiles like a clown's head,
sinking like a balloon,
exhaling and rolling
pink and red
over clouds like hills and
mountains like waves
as
every eye turns to the first,
the blank radiant O
Posted by HarlemRiverBelafonte at 11:34 AM
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