by Clare Kelly
when the antonym becomes a stone
the angel turns her back
direct from the chocolate chip cookie muse
heaven’s music plays at night
where the fish are stored to sleep
in a very floaty velvet pond
still the star protects its stray
dailies leaving for the valley
the wallows of the evening
feel the days that disobey
all the futures of the air
gift the earring of the morning
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Clare Kelly is the editor and founder of Hesse Press. She lives in California.
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