Saturday, May 28, 2016

Straight Ahead: 21



Straight Ahead: 21

Wolf-gray clouds, knees almost buckling
on uphills, memory of cup-bottom tea leaves,
blood-curses of a corduroy-'n-wool necromancer....
Bone dice... you shamble into an eighth decade.
Ghosts shadow-jab, growl, Compose yourself. 

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