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Poems and prose written between March 20th, 2009-2010 |
| 1 Brown leaf leather, worn and crinkled, torn tips, its five points equal a maple that survived the winter, would not have survived the mold of Spring. It sits in my palm. It does not quiver. [a] 2 A shepherd's purse blooms in a crack sets seed in heart shaped capsules too small for the Tin Man. [b] 3 Parliament Lights with recessed filters a blue-on-white crushed box. Foil glints silver, an empty lining, no cloud of smoke. [c] © Kåre Enga [166.53] |