1951:  deconstruction

the deep freezes: old spaces spark
refilling fearless empty river beds

duty calls, stops, restarts moments
subjective, we see him/her in town

forests die, flirting with infiltration
often in reply, chasms plunge open

only a few crumbs of difference fall
lost logs lying on the forests’ floors

we each lived forever before at times
after all has been said or done: align

matriarchal artists meander: encircle
mid-summers’ white wings of desire

adieu once-upon-a-time — authentic
sunlight fades and sets the hills aglow

a few still yearn to fly across the night
skies at the end of the Age of Aquarius

bodies remember radiant forgiveness
as we finally make it home — unbound

silence lists — interprets liminal views:
no past probabilities — only now exists

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Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Sources: Impromptu | Simone Muench
Process: Pick and mix cento