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 Posted: Tue Dec 26th, 2006 07:46 pm
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timmy

 

Joined: Fri Jun 9th, 2006
Location: Oz, Minnesota USA
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december elm, dry ravined bark
like the gnarled skin of an old man;
if someone were to whisper he was
handsome, green child come June

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thousands of field poppies, small
children in bright red hats, crying
red faces feeding redness; child
secrets everyone shares

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brown winter, brushed onto landscape
as an artist might in fits of saturation
madness; browned seasonal meat
meant for the capricious eater

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in the air over the brown winter fields,
geese wheel, scissor light, indecisive,
and later, will land for the truth

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the moon sheds yellow feathers
into quiet wheat fields like air sleep;
no one hears them land; like me
thinking of you missing from my life