The round and flat disc

Became a glowing orb again

In earnest today.

 

The static landscape

Awoke into a fierce self-

Conducting opus.

 

A hunched man clutching
Bamboo unruffled his cloak

To show the graceful,

 

Smiling waterfall
Of Loshan his two grandkids

Love-leeching frail hips.

 

A wood-paneled floor

Opened its stoic lacquer

To permeation

 

To welcome my tear-
Soaked cheek and then to comfort.

That, your intention?

 

by Griff Foxley

 

Griff holds a bachelor of arts in English literature from Vassar College where he studied with Eamon Grennan, and an MBA in Sustainable Management from Presidio Graduate School in San Francisco. He is a member of the Los Angeles Poets and Writers Collective, and is currently attending the Jack Grapes’ Method Writing Workshop. A New York City native, he has been a Los Angeles resident for the past ten years, and works as a food business entrepreneur, social justice activist, and writer. He enjoys listening to music, bike riding through the city, and spending time with his wife and two toddlers.

 

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