An Oulipean Poem by Maxy S
O!
I go!
I am air
A so-sly hare
I am the soft sound
A do-ray-mist, aloft, abound
I am not held. Never caught captive
A no-fly list means naught, rushing, reactive
I am one with every entity. Chiming, climbing endlessly
O, we cry from every rafter. Weaving laughter, breathing patchworks!
Inevitably, harmonies fracture. Heavens become heavy, they ebb to ‘n’
Frontward. Downwind, thunder ushers ashes, hazy sky in a
molasses. Friends shiver, await ends. Dim as a
chimney nobody tends. Sans sun or a
single sound… what was it I
heard just now? Ow— a
snap! Get me a
ski… I’m b’
lo 0
°C!
I…
O my!
I am ice
‘N’ we are mice
A re-ran, busy brood
‘N’, in one fell swoop, renew’d!
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