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Filed under:Poetry — posted by jonfrankel on January 22, 2009 @ 11:13 am

 

Imagine that we ate an orange

and spit the seeds into our hands

drinking a cup of coffee

 

But instead of hair you wear fire

and joke about the ghosts and planets

you aspire to, inhabit or conflate.

 

I watch the flames grow dense

and spiral away in the dark;
a spark, a flicker and then nothing.

2 comments »

  1. Beautiful poem, jon. i came here today looking for your vietnam project but had to comment on this first. On the page it clicks through to, the last line is a separate stanza. i think it works better as the last line of the 3rd 3 line stanza. for what it’s worth, my 2 bits.

    Comment by John — January 29, 2009 @ 9:20 am

  2. Done!

    Comment by jonfrankel — January 29, 2009 @ 10:41 am

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