Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Saturday, January 19, 2008

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Alchemy

There is a smoke-curled scent and cloud in the air; Snowman in elated stares, maple syrup seeping colors in the bark, bareness of branches, a tethered thought still holding. A sherbert-colored bird flits about out of season, out of luck. Behind the shade of one window, is the girl with mermaid eyes,... Sign in to see full entry.

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