Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Poetics #2 - Jack Crimmins
POETICS #2the old cellist
comes to grieve
his mind is going
wild lilac
the Dry Mountains
in sight of the Inyo Mountains
language as the water
inlet
knife blade
dusk
one hundred miles from Alturas
double hummingbird and the early work
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