A Cornucopia of Elegies
as clear as time when the air was green
and tenderfeet knew the ballet of beginning,
a tern-like teen on one leg in the surf of a sea,
a swift on a draft of blinks in the hour of
someday-but-not-now—
.
a swift on a draft of blinks in the hour of
someday-but-not-now—
.
time is a cornucopia of elegies,
the master of poets complicit
since the word became flesh
.
.
the master of poets complicit
since the word became flesh
.
.
Jim Culleny
from Odder Still
Leana’s Basement Press, 2015
from Odder Still
Leana’s Basement Press, 2015
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