The Vinegar Test

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Loading the twin calyculi 
at the dawn. Cotton grass 
will get an― 
extortionate price. 

Silence was dead. 
And as were the protests 
of levitating poppies. 

Chasing a colored storm 
becomes a craze, these days. 
Bystanders will witness 
the fall of blue night. 

You want to unfollow 
the begonias now, cultivating 
the unkissed music on the 
lips of swaying reeds.

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All your poetry baffles me,

All your poetry baffles me, is really incredible!Surprised A joy to (attempt lol) to read.


~ Kristen Seaward