Monday, May 25, 2015

Sedan

It was a very large car
That slid so quietly
Down the hill
While the birds were
Screaming and the
Squirrels were dancing in the trees.
Air choked with petal sweet.
Sky rotten blue.
Windows cold sealed.

(this poem appears in Gnossis Journal)
http://gnosisonline.net/?edition_id=cb18d310-0498-11e5-ba85-0cc47a0d164b
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