Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Draftpoem 

Something about
these white doves salt
among the pepper pigeons

makes the tiny heartbeat
spindly arms waving
ultrasound monitor
printout real


(how colorful the wheatfields driving home
after that first miscarriage

how bright the skies
how loud the crows)

posted by boyhowdy | 7:47 PM |

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