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 Mar 2015 Ada D
Third Eye Candy
the poppies are selling moonlight on the street
as Hannibal is marching hares
through the Needle. again.
and again

no one laughing.

simply.  no one.


II

in the real winter where the wind bites
and the snow corrodes '
we stick a pin in the blizzard.
we set jewels in the crowning achievement
of our disaster.


III

paint black our lanterns
My door is open
It is oak with brass fittings
Sturdy and handsome
I oil the wood, buff the brass
And I will never close it
Tanka

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