Best Bugling Poems

What talks
in
a 
plankton’s 
wriggle? 
Weaving unseen 
whirlpools, 
pitting puddles 
(soaked, a mellow, 
afternoon shine)- 
lashing and 
curling 
like 
a sleek
blade, 
cutting into 
rotten green , 
perhaps, 
blowing 
a bugle- 
like 
a shriek 
lost 
in 
the chasm....

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