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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{mattress}
  christian ward


The foam dumbbell sits in the corridor
with the rest of the junk we're throwing
away - old paintings, broken bamboo
beehives. Sitting on the slab of yellow,
I imagine I am with you, watching the
moonlight herd a flock of stars. The falling
rain starts to sing its poetry and I can feel
its notes running down my face, washing
away the scene night has created. Rolling
up the mattress, it disappears; but as I look
closer, I can see a raindrop caught in its skin;
every spring singing its song.