drizzling a little in Needleswood
light blue greenly lit gray where the bettor stood
I had half a mind so never spoke
yet when it came to save myself
toyed unwisely for a joke
it must had to do with just such rot
night brain finally frightened chance so the leaf caught
upon a fir branch where it made a home
the season sent a harbinger
kindly beaming from a tomb
but all the good in the world fell flat
unwhole and hollow and meshing nothing
but the head and cap
this one uses language for a gap
and stoves in against the faultline
'til time emptied the hat
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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