Writing

release

Poem • April 25, 2000


in finite nights we lay aglow
above the nervous streets
draped in black cloth sheets entwined
allowing the day’s events to unwind
droning on; 3:33am in red
the kiss of spring’s sighs
dance around her forehead
erase, sweet one, all that’s sinned
and rewrite it on the wind


Notes

Previously unpublished.


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