Open
All has opened as far as it can today.
A 357 magnum Champagne bottle
brought down a wild unicorn –
frothy weeps the sea-snark.
How far open can a person get
and still live with those
ever expanding universes
inside them.
The spreading starfish
in a fluorescent splash of moonlight
knows how far.
The inevitable wilt returns,
but possibly tomorrow we may find
an even greater caliber to be fired from.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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