of my love
the edge, is a shadowy shade of grey
with the vague perfume of rain
and a lacy veil of hail,

the eye never blinks,
the calm center of every storm
a cage of sticks and the broken bones of
houses, the calamity of dirt a funnel
of solitude.

followed by the worst of it,
then nothing.

07/15/2012

Posted on 07/15/2012
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