Our Song
       

And when you shake your colonies of hair,
you are a willow of bellropes.
All who have loved you clang:
a treeful of musical bruises.
It gives you something to hum,
an anthem, falling asleep.

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Copyright © 2012 William Matthews All rights reserved
from Ruining the New Road
Cooper Dillon Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission