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"After the World Ends"


After the World Ends

The wild lily that refused

to bloom these eleven years

finally opens.

Morning arrives in pieces.

Noon appears quite green.

It is difficult to breathe.

The wind sounds wild, a heart

beat as erratic as the broken stone

of buried temples.

There are imagined days, fog

and saxophones. Slender fingers.

Cotton on skin.

Copyright 2009


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