Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nine Winter 2005 |
Matthew Friauf that habitué moon waiting for the lake to still clings to earth and bird that loon speaks to midnight’s tenants as we walked on the lake planks extended beneath our feet separated us from the water leaves and so much fall ripple water and footsteps don’t roll like empty bottles on the dock lunar seas would trouble like this |
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About Matthew Friauf |