Wednesday, November 6, 2013

In Evidence: 16



In Evidence: 16

Autumn field of abject depression in half-slumber...
wheel line irrigation, basalt stumps in a stagnant pond.
Better to reflect?  Bleak sky patrolled by magpies.
You have not spoken of love in many captive years.
Eyes narrow, pulse dances-mad: alien moonlight falls.

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