Were
you thinking
When
I first smelled
A
warning of cumulus
Your
darkened face
At
the place of accord
On
West 8th St.
A
heartless young man
To
take this cup
The
idea of the well
In
convenient time
These
clothes
The
cymbals of the day
He's
since worn
Reckoning
unnatural
Bleached
in a low noon
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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