Friday, September 27, 2013

night visible




















willow-curly with trembled femininity
pursued against the chipped & sullen eaves
sun upside-down as a hedge-apple-cake
words buried under the yellows & red of fall
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                 g . . .
frost eager at the gate of laurel bark
as
porcelain berry sings of
indigo-blue stillness
a dream of evening's new moon
hanging moments of willow-curly 

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