remember remember the glyph and its embers
our brooms flaming into the night
to two pointed edges, three ifs and surrender
the costumes and blooms were both bright
now our enchantments ring, all feathered and winged
with fingers plunged into the soil
in di miggle of spring we untether and twin
our pepper-tree memories unspoiled
© Curtis Ackie 2022
Remedios Varo, El otro reloj (1957)
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