Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Descent of Winter: 10/28

a flash of juncos in the field of grey locust saplings with a white sun powdery upon them and a large rusty can wedged in the crotch of one of them, for the winter, human fruit, and on the polished straws of the dead grass a scroll of crimson paper——not yet rained on


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