Xerxes Dropped A Dime

Xerxes Dropped A Dime

by Sam Flot

Xerxes dropped a dime

On Judas escaping

Chariot chasing the horse’s lariat

Timing the gun’s bullets

Against the mirror’s reflection

Multiplied by the factor of

Yellow mustard and exonerated pumpkin sauce

Always tastes best on everything bread

Toasted just past brittle brown and

Submerged in the leftover river falloff

Of mountain grown snow

Melting to become leftover river

 Seasonally wafting it’s scent

Over mountain and ragweed and

Asking for empathetic solvency

Is like wandering with clues

To dissect a moth’s brain

To find out why he wants to go to the light

So badly he will risk everything

All in

I’m heading straight to the light!

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