off the Top of my Head, from the Pit of my Stomach
visceral poetry
Sunday, January 29, 2012
fall
coughing tears
and crying bile
the poles invert;
turning leaves while
April's empty winds
carry a phantom hue
of last spring's seedlings
and frozen dew.
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