Sunday, April 06, 2008

  



                    
                      Black Frost

       The kiss beneath the driving
    trees. From the jack-o-lantern
           house the dread-
    
      ful speeches of our others out-
           wreathing in a cone.

          Shadows harrowing the stones,
      we dream ourselves in breath.



# posted by motleycrisp @ Sunday, April 06, 2008
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