The Nacreous Oughts

30 April 2006

   "Poem Made Possible By Elizabeth Bishop

This gleaming
is the cliff
behind the
scene, , head down, and panic.
and then a baby sidewalk jumped
out, short, to our cognizance. So
soft! a
mailed photon clenched ignorant against the mud
height, rising toward a
glistening cockatoo. The pale green
one. fell. It
splattered like an
egg of versts when almost every night another big
one With fixed. ignited
eyes. Too
pallid, dreamlike mimicry! O
falling fire baboons appear."

--Camille Meesh

K. S.

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