Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

It is dawn and some wet
twigs stick through the window
frame. How
several   some sphag
num on the bridge
between joints too
exist so
willingly “don’t
need a lunette” says
they, whether or no

the window clap.
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