Red trees in the
picture foreground:
strangers kissing
***
Mist inbound.
The world is
getting shorter.
***
First frost
Tall oaks shower away
their makeup
Monday, October 20, 2008
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A Slush-Journal of Poetry and Translation
1 comment:
I think this is the way most poetry should go. Tho about the voice . . . how far does it get displaced?
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