by Kenton K. Yee
Bundled on the roof, an extra windy night. Binocular eyes
search the fog-smeared winter sky. Can you dip me in a
stardust pie? Feint lights in the sky excite he who hasn’t
enough. Both eyes shut is how I pass the time. With each
word I write, one more comes to mind.
cherry trees
April nor’easter
shivering scarecrows
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KENTON K YEE’s recent poems appear in Kenyon Review, Threepenny Review, Cincinnati Review, I-70 Review, RHINO, Quarterly West, Plume Poetry, Indianapolis Review, Slipstream, Scientific American, Constellations, and Rattle, among others. A PhD in theoretical physics, Kenton taught at Columbia University. He writes from Northern California.
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