Pearl string gracing
Freckles' pale flesh...
Poseidon...rough
Fingerprints...

Grizzled King of
Blue, waved
Halls...conjuring
Live shells

For Queens' adornment...

A shopping cart old
Woman painfully bends
To the gutter...
Plucks one shiny

Orb, cleans it with
Sewer water gushes...
Pockets it. Gums a
Cracker. Limps on...

Night.
She sleeps,
One gnarled claw
On that pocket.

Dreams...

elysabeth faslund

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Robert Howard (7/21/2008 11:05:00 PM)
A dignified and haunting portrait of a worthy life in harsh circumstances.

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