Schism (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

The air shifts

and she fills her pockets

with opal stones of Babylon,

unaware that the weight

stunts the appearance of wings.

Songs hammered out

on the spines of the Himalayas

cover the sun,

turn bread into hope.

Dance, lost daughter of Paradise,

for the wine at your feet

will soon turn into water.

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