lazarus 47
Jul 19, 2012
while you slept the mountain ash
tap tap tapped my window glass
a thousand miles away a woman
peck peck pecked at a cell phone
desperate as the weakest crow
the last of the murder she
stripped the full bright berries
bloodied the best of our Rowan tree.
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