Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Big Tent's Gong Poems - #1

what you can almost see

without leaving bed

just at sunrise

imaginary enemies

charging the ramparts

swear the scent

of horse-sweat

reaches you

as dew rises

and you don’t 

the olive groves shape

then lines of grape vines

soon indistinct walls

medieval buildings


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