Sunday, December 2, 2012

Pouring on the Front Porch

For all she knew, he sat to watch
the power-line crows, the red-haired lady,
her sister running in the rain,

and what a shame that she stood too far
to see the blood breaking though his eyes,
the sweat puddling his crooked lip,

the idea

growing toxic
inch by inch,
night by night. 

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