Sunday, November 29, 2015

Joseph Lisowski writes



DECEMBER BRUISES



Winter wood

Without green

Marrow



Brown, gray

Inside

And out



The sky

Weary

As old earth



Its slow turn

Heavy

With night,



Cold,

Like bones

Long dead.
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