Coolly Half Past

Coolly Half Past

A Poem by Onoma

a mattress wrung 
like a sponge--
dreamt concord  
between symbolic 
peoples.
coolly half past, a 
roman numeral.
twisting the compass 
needle of a
humming bird's beak.
trumpeting the wakeup 
call of a flower.

© 2024 Onoma


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Compartment 114
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Added on May 24, 2024
Last Updated on May 24, 2024