Archive for April, 2006

Hail

this summer is not hot,only the remembrancethe leaves are sometimes dripping with dewby the road tall thankful trees standtheir dignity enhanced by the shrubs under dustthe city sits lazily in the afternoonin unfinished perfection, under a coat of fine dustin the car the poetry book cracklesunder heavy ego and self glorificationSanchi’s golden brown stone dust [...]

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