Monday, April 11, 2016

8026. HAM-FISTED

HAM-FISTED
They may not make of something
that is not  -  it's the fragmented lie
of the broken mirror. And this is
so awkward, even the linesmen
fall. Before evening arises anew, 
this sun will be gone, but the moon.
it will do. Spring is fragrant again.
I can sense it just o'er this horizon.

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