Willows On the Wingding

Willows lower their finger tips
touching wetted ground at play
and clouds not loud nor stay
upon an April Marching away
a Sunday sun-amazing round flips
bright, debates fastidious breezes
brisky; risky storming crest of day.
Mount-tippytops...shekin-ah,
tropos-stratos-ionos teases
blue sphere, a dog's "no fear," sheer
light-lace binging bringing, chime rings--
finch sings--pinch of giggling wingdings.

Tom Baca (2014)

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His Hand's Afoot! A Poemic-flection

Explosiv-isness. God's-afoot! Old Toaster popping wise; A burned up slice of life until ... Synapses' fireworks' smokes Cascaded "pillow-Pows" will Up-vent firecracking, "wows" Sky's pronoun(ce)mications index finger sayin "higher still" Blacken-voidish denim canvas Sistine like, frescoracle, a trill, A destiny, a dubble helix sleep Ahhh! Delphi truths-a-wonder God's-afoot! Myst-tree flame-frill. Tom Baca (2014 January) About the PHOTO: April 6, 2009--A new x-ray image has revealed an unusual hand-shaped nebula that brings a whole new meaning to the expression "reach for the stars." NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory recently snapped this shot of energetic particles streaming from a pulsar—the rapidly rotating core left behind after a very massive star exploded as a supernova. Known as B1509, the pulsar is thought to be about 1,700 years old and lies roughly 17,000 light-years from Earth. The tiny pulsar is ju...

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