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| Sedanur Kunuk |
Out of Season
Forget spring, its predictable eruptions dialing an ageless code: magnolias and acacia absorb soft orange flutes, the cat skates in the ditch, mousing leaves in the wind, unencumbered by thistle, pouncing up to startle a rabbit into motion, stretched to a sprint, leaving behind a spread of honeystalks arrived on limpid wafts, freshly arisen from the peat of sighs and vines, revealed as the heart’s rarest seedling, forgotten women who have given comfort in every hour, above the Chinese restaurant, the stacked columns of take-out containers, soliloquies of open tables, celebrations of nourishment and enrichment, how our bodies parted after being so intimately linked, the mind of truth, where one movement only prevents another, rain spreads lightly as butterflies, reversing flight, the first element of darkness, fear departs as fog, a supple plea attaching to the pink mist of morning that rises to my eyes. How vital and random the dew on my lashes, the burrs clinging to the calico hair. So much greater are we to see above the slope of this minor stillness.
© Richard King Perkins II
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| Richard King Perkins II |
Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Huntley, IL, with his wife, Vickie, and daughter, Sage. His work has appeared in more than fifteen hundred publications.
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