Cubists In Surburbia Poem by Pam Brown
Cubists In Surburbia
monday’s twilight dimming
on the last few brown leaves
of dreary autumn,
thin branches jut
like grissini
from camouflage-patterned trunks,
it’s the plane tree the tree
the Cubists loved the most,
the light, green grey,
they loved that too.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,branches,tree
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