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[JTParreira]

The stars open up for void.
The dust falls down on a road of Arizona.
The rose of magma becomes solid
before the hands can save the five petals.
A bird has covered itself
with a dust cloud
before our eyes take time
to fly in its body.
And the sun is hidden, the shadow
decapitated a tree.

J.T.Parreira

[PrinceMyshkin]

The stars open up for void.
The dust falls down on a road of Arizona.
The rose of magma becomes solid
before the hands can save the five petals.
A bird has covered itself
with a dust cloud
before our eyes take time
to fly in its body.
And the sun is hidden, the shadow
decapitated a tree.

J.T.Parreira

I appreciate the allusiveness of this, the somewhat enigmatic images that are there for just a moment before the poem moves on.

[ampoule]

For some reason this poem, for me, is as delicate as the news is heavy.