BILL DIMICHELE ant ant ant ant ant four

June 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

climb down the ladder

many times more ladylike

terminus of light

 

 

one little nail-hole

is treasured as the gateway

its mystery breath

 

 

fallen from the trees

and into her red mitten

the visiting moon

 

 

returns the moonlight

half-lion and half-pharaoh

mingles with the guests

 

 

heart beating so fast

and under my fingernails

acorns and oak trees

 

 

sarcophagus lid

sinks low above the treetops

wash it down with beer

 

 

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