a solitary thought
One can go around the world and not fall off.
—Stephen Hawking
a solitary thought erupts into
the dusty town o, be a butterfly—said
the child with one big eye
any many days to count—
the picture of the sky
ephemeral
like time
a single history or many more
like fluctuations
of light o, be the ocean steaming
cleaning up the dust
like hope
that bubble ready to explode
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Stella Vinitchi Radulescu, Ph.D. in French Language & Literature, is the author of several collections of poetry published in the United States, Romania and France. She writes poetry in English, French and Romanian and her poems have appeared in Asheville Poetry Review, Pleiades, Louisville Review, Ginosko, Laurel Review, Rhino, Wallace Stevens Journal, Seneca Review among others, as well as in a variety of literary magazines in France, Belgium, Luxembourg, and Romania. Her last collection of poetry I scrape the window of nothingness – new & selected poems was released in 2015 from Orison Books Press.
At the present she lives in Chicago.
