John Kipling Lewis
White Paper - Poem by John Kipling Lewis
Wrapped in reflective pleochroic
white paper with etched horse heads.
Stone bridge covered in the
center by the black soot of
thousands of trains.
Over ripened watermelon
heated in the mid-day sun
until it bursts open its viscus
Footsteps into a lonely forest
path as dusk darkens the
shadows of twisted branches.
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