I hurried...
a hooded scrape
of epaulette through
rhododendron corridors
an exit to the brace.
All tradition is mine
so I threw her a peace sign
that caught in the ivy
both long-tooth
and way-tied
I walked....
a slow Nantucket sleigh ride
to the field where she waited,
tall,
sheep- skinned in her cuneiform
We talked..
Met, smoking by the ringers net
sequestered in the biscuit verge.
Too long into the bison grass
of Pompeii afternoons, is how
We slept
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
I hurried...
a hooded scrape
of epaulette through
rhododendron corridors
an exit to the brace.
All tradition is mine
so I threw her a peace sign
that caught in the ivy
both long-tooth
and way-tied
I walked....
a slow Nantucket sleigh ride
to the field where she waited,
tall,
sheep- skinned in her cuneiform
We talked..
Met, smoking by the ringers net
sequestered in the biscuit verge.
Too long into the bison grass
of Pompeii afternoons, is how
We slept
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