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November 29, 2006
Lost Moon
Chris Toll
A skeleton invents grace,
the ocean burrows under a bed,
and a hungry lantern
delivers a mirror to a river.
Your hospital pilfers an overpass
from the knife creeping toward a kitten.
A prayer dances with dust
where summer enchants a fever.
My factory smuggles tears
into the evil castle
while a laundromat lingers on a sailboat.
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Posted by Rock Heals at November 29, 2006 12:00 AM
