Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Hard Right

A Hard Right




Corn bends close


Gears gum with chatt


Motes hang motionless


Light pierces the eye


Grasshoppers fly into spokes


Thistles prick calves


We waiver in the turn




I can see now it's uphill


from here to the place


where I tell you good bye.
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