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Norman Crane Jul 2021
red sun red skin white
blanket white fingers touching
ghosts of dead trade winds
Norman Crane Jul 2021
buzzing flies / warm blood
carcass of a slain cow through
abattoir windows
Norman Crane Jul 2021
setting down the kettle,
in the light of the setting sun,
pouring water, the green tea leaves settle,
at the bottom of a teapot, brewed for no one.
Norman Crane Jun 2021
I am leaves of tea,
Steeping till the water's cold,
Bitterness alone.
Norman Crane Jun 2021
summer air shimmers
sheets of melted glass flowing
through caverns of leaves
Norman Crane Jun 2021
Was
our marriage was
a double blind study of love
hypothesis disproved for
neither of us
can see the other any more.
Norman Crane Jun 2021
pain succumbs to numb
nests decay in the twilight of the fall
ing rain
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