feather touches soprano-light
haloed in blurs of afterimages
vibrations making microcosms in
[sight flight might night airy]
mirror in the cloud, wherefore
does it come? lasting an endless autumn
on the earth of man and fibers
trailing syllables proclaiming eternity.
terra del nozza where:
two out of three words
are compounded into sense–the last
brings hisses and beating drums;
psychedelic music ribboned
in hues of shifting dreams
Editor's Note: This poem appeared in a previous issue.
Angela Qian has lived in California, Chicago, New York, Japan, and other places.