1. Longing

I used to search

the night sky

for life in the black ice

words, lines, breaks—

revising,

trying to find

something alive;

again, trying

to melt my ice

2. Muddling

once more I run

light on lines 

almost half way

stretching, climbing, clawing

onstage

just in time

for the second act;

wondering

if I’ve nine more lines

3. Missing

elephants—

so many windows,

impossibly high ceilings...

too roomy 

not to speak

of memories

elephantine and white;

not long until

I’m, too, forgotten 

Kenton K. Yee recently placed poetry in Constellations, Rattle, Plume Poetry, The Threepenny Review, Berkeley Poetry Review, The Indianapolis Review, The New Verse News, New World Writing, Lily Poetry Review, and Pembroke Magazine, among others. He quibbles from northern California.

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