Another Day, Another Dolor
Monday, August 08, 2005
TOMBSTONES BURIED IN SNOW
The squirrels, their thermostat set on
wake, go back
to bed:
a storm deflowers the spring.
When the last snow succumbs, the melting water runs
in dark verbs under the ice. Yet now again
water coagulates and stumbles and
dies.
wake, go back
to bed:
a storm deflowers the spring.
When the last snow succumbs, the melting water runs
in dark verbs under the ice. Yet now again
water coagulates and stumbles and
dies.
posted by Michael Andre # 10:16 AM 
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