small poems & small plates
you might punch the tighter drumto make a deeper note--all the braves runready to stripe the land--the water is cold at the race's endwhey dance like fools around the fleeceof those they killedand last season's skin burnsin the western sun
you might punch the tighter drum
ReplyDeleteto make a deeper note--
all the braves run
ready to stripe the land--
the water is cold at the race's end
whey dance like fools around the fleece
of those they killed
and last season's skin burns
in the western sun