The world sparkles at the edges,
blurs in a slurry.
There is no garbage,
no crumbling boardwalk.
Instead, there are wonders
crossing every sidewalk’s crack-
if you bend down to see:
a dragon in a boy’s palm,
a woman made of glass,
pink stars on the horizon.
The land is as dizzy as children
spinning to feel the illusion of it
move.
Blink, if you wish,
this will not disappear
with ease.
Lynne Sargent is a writer, aerialist, and philosopher from Hamilton, She is a 2018 Rhysling Award Nominee and a 2018 Aurora Award Nominee. You can find more of her work existent or forthcoming from publications like Strange Horizons, Polar Borealis, and Wild Musette, and reach out to her on Twitter @SamLynneS
