Friday, December 23, 2016

Hedgerow Poems, Number 100, December 2016

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purple streaks in the busker's hair wild violets


night blindness moonbeams tangled in your lashes


I inhale
and my lungs fill up
with bees
though all hope is lost
there is still this hum


we slept
beneath a star blanket
that summer
and washed our faces
with morning dew




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