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Beam 19

lilac, winedark

sun-gold in chopped scarlet


equilateral equangular quinquangles

(like to those balls stitched twelve patchwork of color

skiey Okeanos

clouds like loud chords

—whose contours their contours pun—

out of a drop of water-that-does-not-wet-the-hand

become a blue mirrored ball on emerald lawn

(with dandelions for


from ARKFind more by Robert Johnson at the library

Copyright © Robert Johnson
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

Published in Poems Ronald Johnson

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