durgapolashi:

a sequence of words that has the temporarily strained but anticipated pop of opening a wine bottle

a sequence of words that rushes in but slowly recedes only to rush in again like waves at high tide

a sequence of words that alert you to something other than the thoughts in your own head like the delicate jangle of wind chimes on a neighboring porch

a sequence of words that are clumsy yet profound like subtitles in a foreign film

a sequence of words that are as expectant as a card trick yet quietly cruel like a poem

a sequence of words that pivot not once but twice, sometimes three times like the squeak of high tops on a wood court

a sequence of words that has the ruinous appeal of pouring hot coffee on ice


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