Aug 122011
trees creak
in the winds' rebuff

go to ground
obediently as choristers
in feathered robes--

a storm
encircles the house slate
sky-slats close

in until
the horizon is only a
wet cat

under the dull porch
--she looks out--

her world
like a lover in love
is only big

as her skin

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