Riding Prey Dec. 5
in the pollen-tindered
parade. Shiver (waiting)
on her capable bright wings. Now, unpin
the holiday grenade! Flit your place
in the thrumming herd
of cloggers, floats, and dripping sleighs.
Of its nectar, drain
the colliding night. Harvest
the eyes from thrusting faces.
All trims, for flight,
metabolize with her. Search
the cold for neighs, unfolding.
First, they scatter, and then -
as if by candled scent - unite.
Unite, with their irridescent pawing!
- Written by Nicole Michaels
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