Plainsong I
I float
In the aegean
Sun beam solution
Dust glider
In choir-bells
Flight of beer
Kiss
The felt soft wind
Of the sprawling grass
Sun streaks
On the glass
Blind
Warm skin
Through indirectness
Wet stones
Carry through its surface
Clouds
An ancient structure
And its pews
Movements make
The ages hang
Like snow
A ringing
Silence
The gravel of streets
And its song
Plucked by every passenger
I've held a leaf
Drifted from heaven
Other worlds
Smoke
Shapes in the breeze
Twist
Rise
Like Flecks of wood
When burned
As when birds
In thermals soar
With songs
This gut
Is a planet
Suspended
In waves
A solar system
Of its own
A voice sings
Beams
Broke against the dark
Dawn
Sun's last shot
Over
The body
Heats
And hair
Carried away like leaves
Who can stand still and
Evaporate
Here?
Plainsong IV
As snow
As Flame
Celestialed like Saul
Antarctic angles strike down
Rise
Saul-no-longer-more
Plainsong XV
Forests bleed in
White
Expanses smooth
Bursting color
White fungus
Breaks
From white
Sound appears everywhere
This
On
That
An unsound
Prolonged in eyes
A fawn glows
In uncolors
Tiles in chaos
Drop
Fragment on flower-flakes
And unfragment on
Ground
— Liam Holbrook is a poet from Washington. He has previously appeared on Azure Bell and in Maximus Magazine.