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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