Ripples ’n’ Silver: & other poetry mined from the Mother Lode, by Curtis Hagen

Hick Planet magazine

tryna find the grownups table on a hick planet

an unperiodical:

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Thursday, 2020 April 30th

issue 2

Ripples ’n’ Silver

& other poetry mined from the Mother Lode

by Curtis Hagen

Your colors are neutrally palatable,
soft like blanket,
as you massage the backs of small boulders and colorful cobble.

Wet you are,
you shimmer in black & white as the sun fades over the mountain,
flirting with your subtle, sudsy bath, as you trickle down below.

Twilight falls,
and the crescent moon blushes, as your flow is liquid silver,
running through the veins of your uncertain, but trusted channels.

Thank you for this passing kiss,
this sip, this taste,
of your nourishing being.

THE READER IS INVITED TO TAKE NOTE OF THIS MESSAGE

[ photo by the author ]

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