Audience With Thor
my eye
is caught by a photograph
flashing the reaches
a once barren sky
crowding
my ear
records a voiceless cry
whispering brilliant streaks
fine hairs all quivering on
my skin
raindrops pelting
crystal teeth glaring
teary distances bridged
my tongue
forms a quiet reply
rasping mouthfuls
incoherent drivel
spittle on my lips
my nose
wiggling at a brooding sky
effervescent lifting
moisture of the first
blanket on grass
poem by Frederick Kesner
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