A Fallen Petal Spoons
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Mark Heathcote
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A fallen petal spoons
as a spider weaves his house
quiet as a mouse
a lilies throat gulps in her tongue-
it won't belong
till a dove explores the stars
lands on the dark side of the moon
In a crater deep down on his side
with allusions still screaming
historically an owl hooting
in a hollowed-out hole
a part of your soul alone is-just, fine.
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