POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Saturday, January 28, 2012
And on
Crawling sea-wise and scarling,
she could be a mud doctor:
ashen, blind, earthy.
We are China bound, and don't dream of impeding,
the inchworms, the locusts.
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