Painting by Renee Mcginnis
I spread my silence over the words,
anticipating whispers and rumors
sighing lost colors as I pull the necessary magic
out of my almost enchanted hat
to recreate meanings.
Instantly,
predicates fall at my feet
insulting my bruised alchemy
and for two airy seconds
I make sense to the clouds and the seagulls.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012
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