Friday, February 1, 2013

Scritchy Scratch

Beneath windy moon
clouds scratch
too bright
night birches that beautiful
their wilt of leaves heal
of course in the sauna
where everything is perfect
glimmer under blinking
over the poet the teacher
the shortness of everything
others think it only a matter
of grammar but interject
it is poetry and maybe only one poem
can make its difference worldly
like rich like poor.

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