
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.