the golden goose
beneath your saffron
i surface / a beanstalk from
a handful of cowries.
in morn, hold this harp;
this gold vein, a string of pearls…
the giant hungers.
eat the pie and the plates…
swallow plum & swollen pit…
this prelusive fable.
gander me / the sun,
fire in the down of you
with luminous end.
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Spectacular!
Yep
wow, like
a
great sensuous
snake
(& apple on the menu)
Yes!
Very strong! I’ve enjoyed reading all your poems!