Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Ice Moon Chronograph: 15



Ice Moon Chronograph: 15

Blacktop exile... an abandoned road,
fog, a mile of weedy pavement, sagebrush,
dawn-howl of coyotes, gloss of fresh ice:
you tell the Wolfhound, Sit for your likeness.
She is the grand marshal of your parade.

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