Friday, October 06, 2017

Blithe Spirit,, Vol. 27, Number 3, August 2017

sakura . . .
my mouth full of stones
at the news


old vineyard . . .
our shadows ripen
between rows


beneath
the merlin's nest,
an ossuary . . .
it all comes
down to this


we lived
above a bake shop
that summer
of bread and tempers
rising through the night

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