The Unexpected Sound
Poems, commentary, images and reviews by Shibek and friends.
Dec 9, 2006
OTHER ISLES OF SWAMP
How could brittle forms
sleep after a hazard?
Other isles of swamp,
I'm in love with walking moss...
An afterthought--
To smelter some heard tidings.
My short walk to a bridge,
plaza of arcades.
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