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Simon Perchik

This battered window box

has found an opening 

–with a single flower


is taking on the sun

though you use well water

fitting it into its shadow


as if madness needs a corner

for its darkness reaching out

the way your heart was filled


with river noise

that has nothing left to give 

–what you hear is the sun


swallowing ice as the antidote

to flower after flower and the mist

from someone breathing.

Brett Stout Broken_Hands_Converge_A_Brea
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