Thursday, July 13, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 278 - Warming


the hoverflies  all over
speaking summer in the tongue of winter morning
breath-cloud fat with soy
calamity  unbounded  brings the small beasts

brings the paper-cut serrations
of grief
one petal only on the dry pink begonia here
struggling alone through spring

weltering in the watered-down juices
my morning coffee thrown
first down my shirt
then, in lieu of seasons, to the air


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