Humidity lurks at the surfaceof thirsty pupils and suddenly
dives,
piercing,
slicing,
pouring
when blue buds
magically sprout
magically sprout
and then shoot
towards the powder blue sky
towards the powder blue sky
as magic dust does
from fairy wands
from fairy wands
3 comments:
Mm, I love this, especially the last two lines!
delightful write. I agree with fireblossom in that those last lines make an impression.
I love the last two lines!!
Ha! I guess that is the consensus.
I will add a little more to my comment then: perhaps you should bring the beginning of the poem up to par with the last two lines. For example, I don't personally understand the pound cake metaphor.
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