Friday, October 31, 2014

Semantic Ghost

Minutes when
Birds and bats
Share the air,

When my hands
Grip the wheel
And I sing,

When the watch
On the stream
Spots the flood

Detritus
Rising in
A black tongue

Sliding on
The ochre,
Mean the most.

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