The Laboring of a Poem

Laboring a poem

A sudden rain of a lightening,
a drifting into the space of
everything and nothingness,

the way glass glazes like etched wind
across meadows,

waking with small sips of champagne
and a single verse swirling on my tongue
in yellow and ice.

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