By: Azalea Hazelwood
Today I awoke from my dream
early on a Sunday morn
On my right, blue jays greet the world
Yellow rivers flow in the petals of daffodils
and Chinese checker marbles stare up to the bubbles
That is sky.
To my left I read a scientist’s proclamation:
“I want to write the Paper that says:
This is how many earths there are.”
What if all scientists were really poets
yet squinting with kaleidoscoped eyes
Modified wayfarers
… in a material world
chasing dragons in Perti dishes
constructing paper forts akin to that of Saint Asimov
collecting and congregating
bubbling around new found lands
feeling rough edges of the present moment
Black boxes just waiting to be opened.
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