Tuesday, December 9, 2008

two poems

still
tremendous quiet sounds
shhh, shhhh shh
airy and barbed
light through darkness
it lay down
perfect, in circling violent haste
wondrous happening.
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it tries to get me
falling off roofs
freezing the ground
being sharp
disguised as fluff
fool me not you foul thing!

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