Adam Beaudoin
Two Poems


brazil

(he stands in velvet

with (he imagines truth

(and when he screams (oh,

sacred breath) lilacs unfurl)

in melody) a stem of lilies).



poem

cellophane and
oranges
and other thoughts for spring

    pounce, regrow

              regrow
                   pounce
                        pounce
   regrow
pounce

pounce, regrow
           pounce, pounce, re    grow.

’till everything is nothing in disguise.

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