2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, summer

they do the math for us now but the numbers have changed


Imagine then:

there are no shoes
we are floating – the cost
of Georgi’s remittance
it was enough to cover freight

floating, see? Like clouds
before a rain storm
those building blocks
of fractured light

we pushed by the wind
these giant souls are sails
and all the world is a steam engine

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