April Janovich Poems

My willow tree is all alone.
Limbs, protective of its trunk,
like a waterfall and its cave,
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The moon is full
The face is flared
As the wolf howls
Woman starts to run
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The devil is wearing red,
Chasing me everywhere
Trying to steal my unborn
Baby. I run around trying to
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In between two worlds.
Dream collides with reality.
I see myself sleeping and
Everything around me, I
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