Thursday, April 5, 2012

Solitudes


motionless crow silent on a tilted birch


glistening turtle neck-stretched at dock's edge


silken cat soundless stepping through rusty woods





crow apart from its murder


turtle apart from its bale


cat apart from its clowder





loners apart from their crowds

poets of silence

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