monthlyA Poem by h d e rushin
I remember you on your period and heartbroken.
What a day for the pestilence of muse; for poems to write about the Pacific.
Or for jumping off a "bridge" tethered to Crane.
Oh Lord, in this I give, grass covered and plain
my shortness of breath, my body cognitive,
my little ankle twisted and disturbed. That
the dragon precipitous sweeps over the pampas, beats me to an inch
of my life. Yet as it begins it ends, and it is magnificent
it's white panicles borned of tall stems; We touch and smile
and make mad, noisy love. © 2013 h d e rushinReviews
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