WHITE SONNET

by on March 12, 2011 :: 0 comments

One dreams
while the other
resembles a lost freight train’s
elephant call.

They both have wings
as witnessed
by broken eggshells and coffee grounds
mulched into the clay garden.

A lusty breeze’s bulging mouth
sneaks its young
through a barbed wire fence.

Releases them
on the opposite side
of the universe.

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