Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Poetry Passage

Here is another poem from my collection:
Knocking on a Glass Table

Canopied over earth

Sat wings of darkness

Hovering

Dipping

Escaping

But not really.

The wings beat on each door...

One by one

Pulsating out each candle

Pulling the vapor northward

And then returning for the unflamed.

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