Crossbeam

Crossbeam

A Poem by Onoma

an optician runs a light over
a butterfly, enmeshed with
mulch.
a shaft of light emitted from
forest ground, that the sun 
knows nothing of.
no more prescient.
than a birdcage flung unto
a wire over an intersection.
its dome rushing its base, its
base rushing its dome.
a lattice of bars that are struck
as they strike.
hung against the contrastive sky
of Giorgione's: The Tempest.

© 2024 Onoma


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Added on June 9, 2024
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Onoma
Onoma

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