Thursday, December 18, 2014

Varmint

Silence of a viper's shield. 
Sigh and shape the earth.

Oil drips on the infant's brow. 
Die in multiples of six. 

 A wax-paper hammock
holds a napping lummox.

Sixty-five sunsets tacked to the sky.
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