Leaves Of Summer - Poem by RIC BASTASA

rickety sounds of the dry leaves
of summer
like a hot oil in the pan
splashed with a dropp of
salt or

it is not sweet to the liking
of my bone
it wrecks my cervical spine
into a succumbing

they say
God is speaking
to me...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 29, 2010

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