Pop-Up Book Poem by Mark Leci

Pop-Up Book



Humming high
Whistling to myself I ride the pockets
Crawling like a shadow swallow over the fields
Below pop-up targets twinkling
Frost on a sidewalk
Waiting for the heel of the sun.
This is power.
One push of a button.
Leaf skeletons with frozen veins.

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Mark Leci

Mark Leci

United Kingdom
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