at night,
pine branches scratch
the gibbous moon.
velvetine mouth, the opening dark
I am not the only creature
stirred from sleep: far off,
a grosbeak whistles.
the fragment of winter in me
drips.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
at night,
pine branches scratch
the gibbous moon.
velvetine mouth, the opening dark
I am not the only creature
stirred from sleep: far off,
a grosbeak whistles.
the fragment of winter in me
drips.
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