Having grown bored
with wisdom, resting
by an old fence of fist
sized rocks, chalk white
as baby powder,
the young man leans back
and shuts his eyes,
recognizing the subtle
earthiness of not knowing
how a few drops of water
spins sugar nests from grain.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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