June Poem by Dylan KD.

June



There is a place to choose
the wilting of knives
so soon
the flocks grow into enemy trees
and the bottoms of our
mouths curl and confuse
in time of the sun's great wrath.

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Fiona Davidson 26 February 2009

Powerful write Dylan...thanks for sharing it...10++

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Fiona Davidson 26 February 2009

Powerful write Dylan...thanks for sharing it...10++

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