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PK Wakefield
Poems
Jul 2015
Untitled
it feels the each,
the mouth into which
sun crawls
moon sings
and trees
suddenly bluster
with and with.
a lark
a poppy
and the breaking
of darkness before
a fist swollen of
red newness to be:
(to be hard ; to be naked ; to be great)
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