Sunday, June 3, 2018

Kerri Shying R #465 - compete with things that fly

Listen to the cold bats chatter    still time before
the loquats  come up ripe    how can the
green-fuzzed hardness  of their  present stave off
 the time for nets   and hand-to-hand fighting 
it makes it seem like summer  when you

compete with things that fly

listen for them wheeling through the night
cackling in the wee small hours    building
buttress to their trickery   I become
a woman on a porch  speaking  
keep on driving   you  touch the fruit  you die


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