Alexander Hawkins


Sweet Air - Poem by Alexander Hawkins

Eagerly chiselling my sugar-coated self
from the syrup tsunami that flooded this town
after the molasses storage tank
burst in the night, I might take my old plane out
and seed the sky
so that autumn's rain will never ruin
the sweet summer air.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012


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