Saturday, August 20, 2016

Kerri Shying R # 54 Waken, foggy


Waken, foggy

Terrified to burn off words
before the poem exploit

this vision

dissonance of day
of night exactly

the way the mist lifts
off a summer dawn

drying drops off spider webs
a dream reprieve

more dawn
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