by A.J. Huffman
Silhouetted against a sea’s st[r]ained dawn,
this devil dares his signature stand. In attempt
to deter this diminutive cliff
‘s calling to the sun? Beveled
arms upend. [A would-be conqueror] You are
a modern-day Icarus. You desire to fly
in reverse. The wind holds
its breath, your form:
stable.
Only your shadow falls . . .
This is how energy is made.
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