On Pharmakos Farm
for Tom
Join my song
flossing loopholes
'neath this spiny tree
for time has difficulty
rolling uphill —
nothing consecutive
on this cloud-initiated mountain:
cluster and
clearing
blue flashes
on the backs of birds
the sound of cinnamon
all you get
till you're picked
on pharmakos farm
no cooling herb
from bloodless flowers
at the bottom of summer's
paper hearts
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Joel Felix
Limbs of the Apple Tree Never Die
Verge Books
2013
