david jewell poet

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nectar

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nectar dewdrop twang twang

her luscious lips prounouncing syllables in another language. . .

she must be speaking gun powder––

fireworks going off in my mind. . . lighting up images of

silky scarlet trance. . .

little humming bird

little swallow tail

excuse me

my optic nerve is ringing

my auditory canal is flooding with honey

my medulla oblongata is playing a sonata

or is that a waltz you’re talking

sugar nectar

yes of course I’m delirious it’s

this heat you know

summer melting

or

where did you say you were from?

I know I know

I’m dreaming . . . right?

oh yeah,

here comes the

rain

like a meteor

shower.

what?

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