Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 8




Notebook Crackles: 8

Grief-faint, in the shadow of non-native pines,
you tease the moon with a mad shriek.

Deserted... accuracy gone: the death of a friend
shuts you down.  Wish, wish, wish:

the not-here-yet summer is already broken.

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