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the evaporative battle-
liquid to gas
without a sound
ants with their eyeballs
bugs with their wings
settle all around
they know this wet
from both sides of the cycle
they have no word for rain
to them wet is wet-
water all the same.
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ooh I like this, this is neat!
Nice one! “Ants with their eyeballs/bugs with their wings” has a nice sound to it.
“they know this wet / from both sides of the cycle” is such a keen observation. you micro so well!
Love:
they know this wet
from both sides of the cycle
still can’t decide on cycle or circle.. 🙂
pretty sure it’s needs the ‘y’ to tie to the theys and eyes…
Let it rest awhile and revisit it and see which feels right.
I’m glad you’re in the world, Dustin! Let’s get together for coffee sometime when you’re in Lexington.
What a great one to go out on.
I have us ending in absorption
you, in evaporation.
I have more than liked your poems this year!
My favorite part was the poem
“Dustin Cecil” was alright too
Oh, this is a special one you end on, sir!
Just deep enough, just ambiguous enough, you’ll have my head turning in on itself all day.
You get so down on the macro-level with this that it’s a pleasure. The end is a revelation that feels earned by the poem: “they have no word for rain/to them wet is wet-/water all the same.”
It’s been a pleasure to read your work this month and see the interesting ways you combine sounds and structure in ways I’d have never thought!