This poem is taken from Stand 242, 22(2) June - August 2024.
Inquisitor
to the man burning dandelions on his flawless front lawn
They show us the heavens,
these little ones. Suns and full moons,
stars we blow skyward into hosts,
prophetic airborne angels.
...
They show us the heavens,
these little ones. Suns and full moons,
stars we blow skyward into hosts,
prophetic airborne angels.
...
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