I am like no-one else, like nothing.
If Walt Whitman were my friend,
I would show him this spikey bush:
its thorns gleam in the noontime sun.
Its greenery is luminescent
(just like your eyes).
Even the hint of a cold wind
makes it sparkle brighter.
It is like nothing else
on this teeming planet.
When rain begins to fall
in a new cold wind,
it leans into the air so quickly
I can feel its pulse.
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LEE SLONIMSKY’S POEMS HAVE APPEARED in Atlanta Review, California Quarterly, The Carolina Quarterly, Connecticut Review, Measure, The New York Times, North Dakota Quarterly, Phi Kappa Phi Forum, Poetry Daily, 32 Poems, and Valparaiso Poetry Review, and have received seven Pushcart Prize nominations. His second collection of poems about the life of Pythagoras, Logician of the Wind, with cover comments from the poets Rachel Hadas and A. E. Stallings, was published in 2012 by Orchises Press.
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