Ontolog Poem by Cynthia Jobin

Ontolog



Feather in my hand:
crisp leaf that skitters windborne
nowhere in my head:
what is this song of paper
singing itself to itself?

Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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Cynthia Jobin

Cynthia Jobin

boston, massachusetts
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