Ephemeroptera
molt. molt again.
three years of change
for three hours of flight
a single orgasm
Magnolia
for Allison Beveridge
Bud encased in bract
invites, courts the legs
of flirty passersby.
Teased, it opens to a kiss,
a touch. Your whimpers
light my way.
The Sound Of A Million Mad Clocks
Rain touches flowers
slides down their petals
colors bleed onto the sidewalk
obliterate
the work of chalk artists
the city architects
added another clock tower
and now the two battle
every hour for supremacy
over the city
About the contributors: Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in New American Legends, Toho Journal, and Chiron Review, among others.
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