Sunday, April 13, 2014

Rain / Dream: 15

Rain / Dream: 15

Shooting for the reportorial, a string
of painted-rough prayer beads,
night-purple, you babble-for-practice
at the Wolfhound yanking you forward.

Headlights slope downhill... a distance
you pattern-out... like fashion magazine
after-scenes when woodblock prints
are passed around and humility
is a hunched shoulder at-shrug.

Within days the moon's ash-white
will transmogrify to blood-cinnamon.
Eclipse: time-ravaged table flower.

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