Plum

Plum

A Poem by Blackstone Featherfall

plum equals the measuring scale
with the peacock and her scout

there are flowers here
and flowers over there
but dead lands in the middle

plum you up
and plum you down
loving in languages
only we understand

once it stormed, once it exhaled
but never a dead plum
did it entail

© 2010 Blackstone Featherfall


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Added on February 21, 2010
Last Updated on February 21, 2010

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Blackstone Featherfall
Blackstone Featherfall

Walkabout, Australia



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