gully walkers we what time no trees chickadee’d very brown creepers eyed forget it now too tangl’d wee stumblings knot to messquito my shoe no yours is that mine where is won’t fit through ‘Spot…he’s digging pits…’
Monthly Archives: April 2013
Switch Way A Vest
iron carriage frocks hand held fold a steamer trunk we’ll take a canteen hang it a fence post when the wires are surmount nor a smith busy a blue cavalcade thunder rolling on the plains Bibi, ‘…no kindlin’…’
Some Bliss.
Originally posted on Northern Bred:
Sunlight can warm me through car windows despite the cold air outside. A bite; a harsh frost-kiss that nips my toes. Duvet, keep him clement tonight. If you take any deeper breaths, my arm I’m sure is swallowed. Soft chest beats against my arm where It rests. Rest; your restful…
Her Cellphone
which shoes may wear down iris a meadowland lark even bobolinks lingering juncoes ring-neck pheasants spatterdock wide dew harem cock Spot in the poppies yellow a bud a buttercup our maid she’ll get through
A Tatter
perhaps it is red a camel far from Egypt Clio’s patrician once on a blue rug the scroll of a fringe selah an asperity a fate a tatter what mystery hidden an hyacinth sea
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