by Suzán Jiván
Off-putting
starkness
of chattering
objects
in high contrast
like giant
tree slices
of self-conscious
modesty
within earshot
of a forest
Few and far
in between
gesture and geometry
of the long-lost
often overlooked
as either
industrious
or lucky
like flingers
of zingy
lines
outshined
by a gaudy
good time
In a long
song and dance
all about a cappella
as full potential
when collectively
stepped above
all the rest
with the exception
of a wrenching
placid set
After a crash
landing
with a con man
opening last
with spent passion
and avarice...
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