Musings in an Afternoon
By lupus tenebrae
The ribbon tails the ether.
Does lavender
end?
Can it bind?
The pines clatter in silence.
Who
translates for them?
Are they heard?
A poet swallows his
breath.
Will he speak again?
Who'll listen?
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Copyright 2013 lupus tenebrae
Published on Wednesday, April 3, 2013.
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