Simic-Inspired Poem (Mine).

Now He’s In Berlin

Jacob was sharpening the hemlines of his ice skating costumes. The fast-blooming weeds of the world were preparing their seedpods for the morning’s breathy swoop. The ice skating costumes pouted, mourning the lengths of their adolescence. Outside the window, the Olympic judges cut pints of okra into stars.

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