Simmer Is Smolder

The fire starts a bird
swallowing its own tail or
stairways winding across
abbreviated weather.

At the end of all this straining
a wrench a basket
likeness or water
inevitable distress of wind.

Pulse is the open
body only a curve or
flight tending to spray
a quiver of feathers.

The key has changed
kiss a sprout of umbrellas
leave me sore with dew
a circle in the mouth.

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher

One reply on “Simmer Is Smolder”

“kiss a sprout of umbrellasleave me sore with dewa circle in the mouth.”I read this as all part of the same image, and it’s a very cool one.

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