Chrysopeia
if I opened my heart
you'd see children playing in the sand
and the glass cauldron of a sunset
with foxfire beneath it
slow silver swells and a little boy sayin
"I'm a pickle"
and no one listening
this ocean on the edge of ornament
almost metal
almost pure
liquid
the soft blows
of swallows snatching beetles
lifting toward the mountains
- © John Rock 2022
John Rock is a long-time fan and contributor to Bluepepper and organic farm traveler just trying to get at some poetic truths and grow some beautiful food. More poetry, novels and recordings at johnrockpoetry.com
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