Clear bulb of coral inside a paper shade,

This entry is part 10 of 55 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2012


outdoor lamp, impossible blossom; bronze
target we can never hit dead center
with knives— you clear the ridge
faster than smoke: only your saffron
thumbprint among dust motes in the leaves.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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