Lace Cactus
Small, they grow in the lee stones,
invisible except when blooming.
Just as the vulture’s wings blot the sun
and the moment blinks away
in the bottle tree’s glare.
An incidental flick. A distraction.
Like every unspoken word
tumbling down that long hill.
“Lace Cactus” first appeared in Tistelblomma, a publication out of Sweden. Many thanks to editor Jenny Enochsson for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
Ooh, so beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Please keep those unspoken words tumbling into poetry like this … just enough to trigger reader’s mind to possibilities to fill the gaps …
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I hope to always attempt to chisel out space for the unspoken. It seems to be my lot in life.
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