light returns slowly, glowing through the lucid glaze
in a menace of rose and cranky knuckles:
a clutching crag of barely finished coughing,
then hooded to greet the slamming lid of dusk.
we took it to the platter
on a gurney shy of service.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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