Upon Being Drawn/To A Loon’s Song From Her Pond/Her Mist-Still Dawn

January 31, 2015

I say  I’m assuaged

By way of words, of Terse persiflage,

Those prosesy  phrasings

Poets  sure  can conjure.. They sing

To me

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