RisingA Poem by Katherine Haizlip
Life is fluid
like the cement of the city that the hapless and the helpless alike grind into themselves and their soles and souls. Either the sky bleeds light onto the leaves or the leaves bleed change into the sky, and intoxicate the top hats and the powdered wigs of morning. © 2014 Katherine Haizlip |
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