Brief Rediscovery of Minerals

By A. Molotkov

A distant bird, dissatisfied by darkness, says the first word.

Minerals lie until broken.

Bees remember their drone in lives before this one.

If a fish wants to be photographed, it finds a hook with a fly.

A bee is more beautiful because of the honey.  

Birds tell me things they don’t know, but I do.

I remember being dead before the bees reminded me.

Minerals can wait for the final word.

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A. Molotkov

A. Molotkov / About Author

Born in Russia, A. Molotkov moved to the US in 1990 and switched to writing in English in 1993. His poetry collection, The Catalog of Broken Things, is just out from Airlie Press. Published by Kenyon, Iowa, Cincinnati, Massachusetts, Atlanta, Bennington, Tampa, Raleigh, New Orleans and Cider Press Reviews, Pif, Volt, Ruminate, 2 River, Sequestrum and many more, Molotkov is winner of various fiction and poetry contests and a 2015 Oregon Literary Fellowship. His translation of a Chekhov story was included by Knopf in their Everyman Series. He co-edits The Inflectionist Review. Please visit him at AMolotkov.com.

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