Ksmuckler
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SundayA Poem by KsmucklerAfter the rain stops we are stillthirsty and go inside for more.I drink with my eyes closed.You sigh, waving gracefullynaked. The river is laughing.Wa.. |
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Pale with FrostA Poem by KsmucklerShe was watching everyonegrow out of their old boots,beat boots, with all the creasesdirt rubbed, broken in boots.They bundle across fields, palewith .. |
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Leaving an Hour EarlyA Poem by KsmucklerWhen you lay my bookpages open where I left themover my thigh, like a handI slide my fingers closer.We read the same books.(drawings in the margin)I w.. |
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