by Suzán Jiván
Despite the odds,
nonfictional chronicles
waft with new-found
knowledge
atop parcels
of pastoral sod
Becoming promising
as greatly enlarged
semi-circle arches
of sonorous philosophies
re-enacted as passels
of antebellum glass
Here and there
areas of expansion
preside like a conscience
in scratchy noir from the very start
Relocating in unrestrained
self-perpetuating landscapes
seen as seekers to deities...
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