Saturday, June 28, 2014

A Ceiling Comments

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Empty as a sundial.
A square of skin turns outward, a skiff of salt blows neatly
to the corners.
The spears of iris are spoiled, under it, as drunks.
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Joy Katz

Joy Katz

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