Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Monday, March 19, 2012
Over and Out
A desert night sets cold
broken into tragic heart-scapes.
Fierce sun blinks a bloodshot eye-
closes over and is gone.
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