Wednesday, January 7, 2015

nine to twelve to fifteen



filled you leave me
thrashing in my own skin against my felted nest
cornflower crinoline 
is this 
the pastel ribboned morning 
east to west beyond the maples & oaks 
chill snap chill snap 
quiet neighborhood hold fast to this winter sun 
this tempered land 
hold fast 

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