Saturday, October 8, 2016

Robert Verdon, #322, unknown unknown

behind the familiar mountain

in a hollow you have never frequented

a crowded slope darkens

a host of

young grey gums reaches upward

mirror-in-mirror reflections

reflections reflections

or an endless school corridor

on your first day

I have come here to make friends

but have made a discovery

on the edge of town

an echo

of the edge of the world,

as dragons weep in fertile shadows

and light beeswax candles

to crowd out with creation 

that alien, final





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