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the physics of impossibility
by Cassandra LeighJune is a lightning-storm
rooftop
cocktail party.
hanging from the balcony, upside-down,
the skyline and the twilight dance a tango
until up is down and earth is sky
and I am the knot that holds it all in.
July is a violent
endless sea
of faces we stand before and shift our weight.
this spindly bridge of fortune won't hold for doubt
I speak, you would rather jump
so make the leap, fall into me
mute proclaimer.
August is the endpoint of a
starlight continuum,
butterflies to hurricanes.
I am the rising
on the backs of tidal waves,
the impossible dream,
deus ex machina
08/27/2009 Posted on 08/28/2009
Copyright © 2025 Cassandra Leigh
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 08/28/09 at 04:04 AM I love the language in this. I can really feel the tumult resulting in the loss of not one or two, but three months--a whole damn season whisked away to a series of tenuously related events. That's how my summer went, and I read a lot of that here. Great piece. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 06/10/11 at 06:59 AM Wow. Congrats on POTD! |
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