Sunday, October 3, 2010

Their Pretty Umbrellas Whistling Comments

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Crawling up to its belly, milky with the lactates
Of spring: it coos, coos as it calls for it again: the hungriness
Spent before any mother like a ball of unwound
Rattlesnakes mewing in the darkness until
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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