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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
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  matthew rounsville


morning glories, one flower with perforated petals, through which I
can see the indigo sky, as if the sky is a pack of small dogs
starving and paralyzed, kicked into passive growls by the breeze.
for a moment I recognize these holes. mmm, I almost know your names.
how, with some slight alteration of my behaviour, a simple nod maybe,
I could've been the dew. the flowers wilt and the sky eats
the stray dogs, in so doing daring to mast a more brutal color.