MAYDAY

Hoping Gloria’s Nepantla Stuff is Real
by J. M. Hall

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Nearing affective death, imagination

builds, like Lantern’s ring,

 

two grappling hooks. It fires one

to the past’s islands of misfit toys,

 

where joshua was winged king

leonine. Fires the other

 

to a future where atoms still

dream of collisions to lift spray

 

of waterfalls on new islands,

new misfit configurations.

 

Thus heart’s demise

is delayed.

 

Filed Under: Poetry

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