The Earth-Tone Madonna
       

What were you
telling about veins

implanted in everyone

forever

like meat
one could run around on?

There were peepers in the chaos
and not much else.

And if it's Wednesday?

The egrets snowplow
our workshoes.

Copyright © 2010 David Dodd Lee All rights reserved
from Sky Booths in the Breath Somewhere,
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