poem #86

Alchemy is a funny thing.
Just mix the right ingredients–
gold that has lost all value,
the emptiness that is not emptiness,
a pinch of old mud,
the heat from a mug of black coffee,
the absence of a given gift,
the smell of sunlight in the yellow afternoon–
and the birds begin to levitate
instead of fly.

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