Sonnet: Love's Overflowing Love
By John Kendall Hawkins
When God popped his cork and let the tiny
bubbles of his frenzied celebration
overflow (He may even have shaken
the bottle, as Gods do), each a shiny
champagne universe, He poured galaxies
into wedding flutes, and it took its toll:
abstract First Love spiraled out of control,
giving birth to specific gravities.
Our free-flowing universe, alike, but
unalike -- snowflakes dressed as falling stars,
waltzing windblown blizzards. I've since known bars,
seen such stuff in eyes, and behind eyes shut.
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