breeder of rockslides, boned with fallen widowmakers
ash-throated, ice-hearted angry young growler
strapped around your father's fleshless knees
like a belly-dancer's belt of coins and bells.
We laid a road down in your bed
to be ravished with washouts.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Saturday, July 10, 2010
East Fork, Hood River (Hwy 35)
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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