Fire, water, air by Sal Haeflingi brand your skin
ever so graciously
forcing in my metal rod with the
figure of a peacock on the end
water flows over dead yellow tails
walking into their next life
in a dimension not quite known to many
taking heavy breaths of the autumn
air as it blows through oak trees
and gathers itself to a stop on
your parched brown throat
11/04/2011 Posted on 11/04/2011 Copyright © 2024 Sal Haefling
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