are slices of warm air
turning like invisible fan blades
lifting watchful hawks above the grain elevator
under a sky untrustworthy blue
and sliced with hail
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Thursday, April 02, 2009
Spring Thermals
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"sliced with hail" is lovely!
I like the way your poems open up.
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