Play
before they play,
they feel a deep-boned
………………… pre-knowing
…… of the legerdemain of fire
unbidden,
… before they play,..they
……. g listen hot in thren & s-
……………………………… way
… a sorcery,
a silent infinite orrery of warmth Continue reading “4/4 by Petero Kalulé”
Dementia
come to mind cloud
come to cloud mind – Marie Ponsot
& every now
& then,
i sit by her feet, on her porch
never ever talking.
& together,
we watch the soughing
heavens mutter, str-
etching their
cotton-silvers
in lulls & retorts
of
nearly went & nearly wait
– crossed & crossed all over.
i. dirge the sea
shall we put an end to the sea?
re channel its eerie cries
calabash its black bawls,
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