Once in a fit of abstraction
I circumambulated the colatitude
its lambent pneumocentrism
redounding with squamous coruscations
upon a gallimaufry of arrière-pensées
whose allochthonous quartessentialities
were eisegetically descried to be
neither wieldy nor kempt nor scathed.
Abstraction works better as seasoning
than to melt the ice on the sidewalk.
Esther Greenleaf Murer has been writing poetry all her life and got serious about learning the craft when she turned 70. She published her first collection, Unglobed Fruit, in 2011. Links to many of her poems published online may be found on her blog. She lives in Philadelphia.