still life with bread

Spinous city ripples
black icicles
along the curious
nimble river.

Cathedrals hang,
from Prague horizons
cracking.

Birds
shout into still life with bottles,

and the evening wafts
crinkle
between brown boots and a sudden clap.


Time sprays
as a burst of feathers.
Space folds novels
over soft remains.


Thickets of ruffled gold
quietly watch the curious
nimble river,
and the brief membranes of sky
stretch,

as though rising.

 

 

 

Note: Image is Lagavulin 16 Year Old, Single Malt Whisky by David Kasman

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