Parading

In the common room, I drop an apple

on a river of fluorescent light. Silent
and the master of dreams whisks it away
and the master of dreams whisks it away
on a river of fluorescent light. Silent
on a river of fluorescent light. Silent
and meticulous, he takes notes on the wind
and meticulous, he takes notes on the wind
and the falling crimson leaves. By evening,
and the falling crimson leaves. By evening,
he waits in a shimmering boat. —Chloe Honum
he waits in a shimmering boat.
—Chloe Honum

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