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April 1, 2007 jonaslamb Poetry

The Sun Returning

sleeves rolled above elbows
cap brim pulled low
crisp shadows on
white snow
the sun returning

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Poems for Kent (continued)

They prayed if they all drank of that blood and swamp water, they might keep the darkness submerged.
"What Turtle Blood Tastes Like

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