Thursday, February 2, 2012

3433. SLOUGH POND

SLOUGH POND
The boozy giggles of women sexing the air,
and the sun going down over Slough Pond, 
and the air itself darkening with a certain sort
of human fright : 'we are all these things,' our
spirits seem (to want) to say  -  all of these 
make for the ending of a day. I am
wanton with my cunning.

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