Untitled Poem #-15

Posted: January 10, 1992 in Poetry
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day comes near and bleeds on me.
all the trees, all the frogs
leave in little ships
labeled by the experts.
the flowers tremble but
still no wind on this punctured shore,
wheeling through someone else’s sky.

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