Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Pieces of Eight - Poem

Of teeth in my mouth
Droping like pieces of eight
The light of fallen
Pine needles under
My boot
The pungent thaw
Of Mid-January
When the soul is laid bare
And the unknown
Sores and marks
See daylight formulations
Laid out
Four by four
Beneath the feet

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