“Whorls on your fingertips
are nothing more, nothing less
than the royal imprint of
the swirl of galaxies,”
you tell me at the crest of a curve.
“In other words, we are all galactic subjects.”
I try to grip both thoughts and wheel,
worrying about the swirl
we might make in the calm blue air
if pitched headlong from
this precipice above the Mediterranean.
Far below a tiny village
hugs the cliff improbably.
My sweatslick fingers slip away
from the steering wheel,
and now I see their tips’ immemorial whorls
glistening in the sun.
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Lee Slonimsky has been published in Atlanta Review, Best of Asheville Poetry Review, The
Carolina Quarterly, Connecticut Review, Measure, Mudfish, New Ohio Review, The
New York Times, North Dakota Quarterly, Phi Kappa Phi Forum, Poetry Daily, 32
Poems, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. My second collection of poems about the
life of Pythagoras, Logician of the Wind
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