Where are the dandelions
On the edge of summer’s breath?
The stars are volume and sound
And depending on mass
May end up as holes
In the ground of the universe.
Where are you exiled?
The weight of distance
Is the circle’s geometry.
I published a field study
On the aerodynamics
Of solitude.
And found that it could swim.
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Your verses are always such wonderful phantasmagorias, pools of images it is a joy to swim around in.
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Thank you so much!
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You have cultivated a very unique voice, and you poems never fail to delight and surprise.
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Thank you very much. I always look forward to your poems.
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