Contributor: Theresa A. Cancro
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Taking to sheer flight,
my compound eyes dig in
to old air drenched
in solstice shade, what
loosens scales, wicks and
draws me now, trips an edge
off the beat.
I sink beneath crowds,
my proboscis curves around
dead silence, a random
two-four, as I fall toward
that single note, no
chords, no stamen
ever found.
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Theresa A. Cancro writes poetry, especially haiku and related short forms, as well as short fiction and nonfiction. Her work has appeared worldwide in dozens of publications.
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