Thursday, December 31, 2009

Make a deal with your shine blocker.

by Ryland Walker Knight

A legend

It doesn't hurt me
We block back the dark, moony
Dedicate, hound

All the men she knew
None were fair or true
So she ran away and up
And up past the board blue

Dance and flight and plain naked
alone, one's own property
purposed to light, to home, but not
done with that flipp'd flicker's flapp'n
all wind, wind post'd by you
who will not cannot shall not
sit still
in any calendar.

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