One Day:One Poem
Friday, November 1, 2013
Appearances
Too often missed dawns
reveal perfected homes. Nests,
small gossamer
treasures leap at the nose
and cling to the shoulder.
A ghost of night shift work
and a stifled shriek wakes
still nodding buds.
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