Klangfarbenmelodie
clock that measures the opposite of time
ancient pixel built from half a breath
the seed of a perfect moon
numbers don’t lie because they can’t tell the truth
the kindling space between a choice
& its airless shadow
a polite noumenon guides my dismay
with the grace of email for doves
originating in silence like all eternal things
joystruck demon of rain
the welas at the bus stop look like potatoes
in cellophane the milk of their laughter
Anaisa’s mirror is her palm
a plangent yellow, bones of song
tracing lines of flight
Copyright © 2022 by manuel arturo abreu. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 7, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.