Sunday
Feb262012
Three Short Poems from November 15, 1994
1.
Snow geese drifting southward
on a white hush of autumn,
Slipping through soft fog
on distant horizons.
2.
Clothed our soil with violet
and acid.
now, the rain descends to
immortal sins.
3.
Pedastals and predators alike
perch
and
wait.
Copyright © 1994 James Lawer
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