Tuesday, January 7, 2014

keep you

They were not honest
up the thread, but coughed
to epaulets. Hovering up, no
drinking foot could decide
for eel ground, and no Spring
arrayed was uniform, the button
kissed by snowflake sun,
the prodigal pun embraced
its un, and both grow down
their cyclical eye feathers
to follow.

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