SUMMER BLOOD OF CHRIST

by on August 30, 2018 :: 0 comments

Please dear nodding muse
forever washed by June storm
…then, a rag, dried out!

come, give me a word!
…a jazz chord!, a caw of crow
singing in the South!

Forgiven, these riffs!
…stupefied in summer heat
and made pure by Sun!

editors note:

Transubstantiation for a summer situation. – mh clay

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