30PoemsInNovember-2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
November 9 2011
Toward the ocean, nearly
homosapiens growl.
the groupel is a festooned phenomenon
the velvet grumble of thunder,
the blessed sign of the cross
made by zig-zag lightning.
There is nothing like the romance of a plain.
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