Poetry by R. Joyce Heon
Golden in midair I turn,
marmalade cat twisting
words out of mayhem,
spinning a line out of evening air
As light as the bee and as quick,
as hot as its sting and as lasting,
toss me a memory, watch me
nail it, golden midair.
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