Saturday, December 26, 2015

Stately Paean

Mid-morning warmed lungs
chant velvet surrender.


perfumed gasp,
healer gives way
to hymn.

a peony has come

Rippled milk fist
loosens its cumulus grip.

God of healing

gently delivers
pillow punches
to no one in particular.

Tissue lips declare,
calamity softly

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