Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
sparks leak to form a windows heart
beam heats.. a tear upon
Red sparks her name..
flow down as wind lifts...
One Hand held out..
as window lights... wear..
one pink.. a golden ring...
Cloud retreats...suns yellow orb..
Drifts off..to touch the veil..of day...
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