Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Pluot. What does today's poetry have in common with a pluot?

Both are hybrids.



I dream in the color of pluots. My eyes hold their sweet, crisp, cold.
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  1. sgang123December 10, 2011 at 11:55 AM

    Stirrup 9

    fans waving cardboard to,
    too. Too, too, too
    other points touched,
    her ear
    without perfume

    mama's gone--his
    face says it
    best --the cup
    cake?

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