Adams Spring At The Forum
September 4, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
hope is a bright band light blue
wheelbarrow sugarcubes sky-ribbon wall
white jewels under wick ice
ink ingot aroma charcoal gold
gale where doors sleep shut
a trickle, a murmur
plastic shoulder, along the Robinson line
anthem imprint
newsprint reduction
wreck royal malediction
your ice times five
armada churn
opp coach burn
ice cube tongue
forever won
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