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Posted by on Dec 2, 2016 in Poetry | 1 comment

DRIVEWAY DREAMS

DRIVEWAY DREAMS

DRIVEWAY DREAMS
Static in the attic room.
The cherry stripped of leaves
Unlit strands of spherical lamps draped
Like pearls on the reaching branches.

Birds drop from the sky to eat.
Fly off, fly off. I cough. The street
Stanches the air, wet crepe
Cleaves to the moon.

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