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Chaplet

Par | 2018-05-22T23:31:55+00:00 11 novembre 2013|Catégories : Blog|

 

I.

A conver­sa­tion among­st trees

I can­not hear what they are saying, that young girl
and the tree. Their whis­pers are inti­mate , cea­se­less.

I am sunk into a coni­fer hedge, tam­ped into a wall,
threa­ded into the blue ivy.

This is a warm cha­plet against the rain,
And I would lie here if it wasn't for the sky-

the sky will not skew to my vision,
body conspires with green-leaf to thrust me for­ward.

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