Philip Appleman Poems

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Leaving Things Unfinished

As the black wings close in on you,
their circling shadows blighting the sand,
and your limp legs buckle, far
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(the way bed is in winter, like an aproned lap,
like furry mittens,
like childhood crouching under tables)
The Ninth Day of Xmas, in the morning black
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