Apr/May 2019 Poetry Special Feature |
Excerpted imagery from photography by Kris Saknussemm
The Present Dissolves on the Bed at the Bottom of a Well
In the yellow well
in which clouds are reflected
as green cottonIn the green cotton
where the cotton candy of dreams dissolvesIn the cotton candy of dreams
where the present lives
like a flower surrounded by beesLike a flower surrounded by bees
my love sits
on the bed located at the end of a well.