by Suzán Jiván
Shallow water
rolling in
like a diocesan
devoted
to ending poverty
in a ballpark
neither fresh
nor processed
as butter-colored
lesser celandine
heard as a sigh
ineffably gentle
unsettlingly
sentimental
leaning delicately
like a feathery seed
besotted by a city
settling for the dreary
doggedly hoarding
a maul-stick
along a lighted wall
of the so called florid
monolithic form
as a self-portrait
for the keenly real
breathing out
breathing in
inexorably...
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