Spark

Glow, gentle canticle,
in the endless ether—
ring radiant across
the radius of curse,
flow faster than lashes,
ride with rigid grasp.

The hollows gape
and holler as you flash
in the shallows, a holy
sheen holding steady—
they didn’t know about you
and the new brine we breathe.


Steven Searcy

Steven Searcy lives with his wife and four sons in Atlanta, GA, where he works as an engineer in the field of fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has recently appeared in Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Ekstasis Magazine, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, and Amethyst Review.


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