Nicholas Ravnikar

Early Phantasms

impressed as the sidewalk
by anthills raised among
cracks and old names
and rock-shaped pocks 
the tulips peck the sky 
with tight mouths too sweet 
for the shaded passion
these some trees entail 
a dazzled train of footprints
glows to lake horizon 
past street signs morning 
leaves us too drunk always
to read right, the taste
of eggy sewage treatment 
air hung in everybody’s nose
just you wait until daylight 
jumps over the shoreline trees
to read the petals open
in the privacy dawn assumes

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