Open Poetry #42 |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The ravens never what it seems Like a dark staunch On a brown cannon birch tree The left of the night With a buried run Under the dahlias Waving the tenants belt Around the plain draped swamps The plain draped eyes Like a side of skin Cracked at a winters scheme, And the raven’s dash, The navy blue knit from My shirts head above everything else. |
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