the pond at the end
of the street, its edges frozen
and without toad song
-
after a hard rain
the old man’s turnips
bare sensuous purple shoulders
-
that old drunken moon–
smoking cigarettes and singing
songs in a toad’s voice
Pearl Nelson
http://pearlnelson.wordpress.com/
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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