Aurora Borealis, by Patrick Williams

Lying nearly naked 		in what we later learned	

was runoff from the power plant		we see the sky

untie itself 		expose new rips of early night	

behind its slackened threads		translucid curls  
	
extrude and drop		in silence we are bound 

again 		our unsubmerged faces bloom 

dipole ripples in slow decay		before the busride back

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Patrick Williams is a poet and academic librarian living in Central New York. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in publications including The Metric, Word Riot, 3:AM Magazine, and Heavy Feather Review. He is the editor of Really System, a journal of poetry and extensible poetics, which can be read at http://reallysystem.org.