March 28, 2007

Sky Anew

Air like daggers
sharpened by a northern tow
pulls away the troubled night
Flashing eyes and growled words
subside to mutters
The carbonated sky
bubbles dry
The moon naps
in lightened nest
A milky, marbled cataract
in an azure eye
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