Feral Days
kill what you love
Thursday, May 7, 2009
spring's ghost?
She is
flittery
ensemble sweet, deep horns
listen to
Brassicaceae
in the evenings
of full moon
bloom stalks
where we talk walks
humm
, easy
threenote
strumm
lead on to the stream seam split
raceme-
ing
tower
flow Erie, lake of summer ripening
souls.
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