Friday, January 24, 2014

NERVOSA

Spry arctic
wind—I just can't
believe you

cartwheeling down
the grey-
purple avenues—

so skinny
and blue and blisteringly
free—while the dismal crowds

make themselves
fatter
and slower in streets

despairing! even as they
trawl on—continuing
to circulate

rumors of your
ongoing
fitness and popularity—

and none
among them
daring enough

to articulate their hunger-
ing hooded

secret whispers
of far-
away—or nearly

impossible
things—like red peaches.

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