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Thursday, July 12, 2012

Winter fest

by David Appelbaum

I want to say dark
where paint peels
a silent drum
to stem the greed

dark isn’t evened
dwelling bound
to fire kindled
in habit cloth

dark whose sense
jangles loose
in a deep pocket
apron of care

dark open pith
curls paper about
the carnal crown—
a dead thing

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