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CELEBRATING CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT BAYLOR SINCE 1966

Periaktoi Writing Post

Volume 53
Issue 2

Single Visual Art Post

  • Poetry
Found Poem — Enemy
Enoch Sun
up in the canopy
tiny white blossoms
 
a deep pinkish red
spilled out on the river
brilliant red ribbons
moving without sound
 
those mountains burn
ragged green
rising in silhouette,
all the mysteries and unknowns
 
the fog takes you in
all wet and swirly
tangled up
no sunlight at all
 
cool, impassive moon
makes you tremble
you don't even have a body
 
the sunlight came around you
and lifted you about
and sucked you high into a tree
full of moss and vines
tiny white blossoms
 
always this fog
pure vapor
the mountains
absolutely dead flat silent
 
but you got to listen
to your enemy