Sole encounter

      The crow      ran toward me
once
               then absconded with
                                                      the ornamental
                              syllable
of my name’s
                                             adventured meaning—

a bell’s curvature hid
                                          its dying rhythm, a
burying of sound to

      convince hands to               architect virtue and
ensure its mathematics
               always combines wind
                                                                  with angles of
oscillating
                                    light

Felino A. Soriano is a poet documenting coöccurrences. His poetic language stems from exterior motivation of jazz and the belief in language’s unconstrained devotion to broaden understanding. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthologies. Recent poetry collections include Forms, migrating, Of isolated limning, Mathematics, Espials, watching what invents perception, and Of these voices. He edits the online journal, Of/with: journal of immanent renditions. He lives in California with his wife and family, and is a director of supported living and independent living programs providing supports to adults with developmental disabilities. Visit http://www.felinoasoriano.info for more information.

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