Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Sunday, May 15, 2011
ceramic fawn pillowed on a plow's blade wind trapped handfuls of white soil bends of shy neighborhood to whirlpool lichened birches webbed poison ivy footpaws hot seed on lichened rock the rivers on each side gone
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