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SupraGlide
slipstream dream
the furthest lines
edged
this forest scent
there is hungry rain
in the air for melting winter ghosts
there is savage annointments
neath the calling ice
these turquoise visions
speaking
the moist sky
scrubbed
in meaning
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Comments
Nordic cloud
Sat, 2011-02-05 15:37
I love the contents
"there is savage annointments".......don't you mean there ARE savage...
or is a savage ....
I would like to see three or even four
haiku-like poems here
separating the portions
or having them as a group of them,
it seems suddenly,
from you,
over explained Steven?
I love the contents though as aye.
Love to you from Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.