BILL DIMICHELE ant ant ant ant ant four
June 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
climb down the ladder
many times more ladylike
terminus of light
one little nail-hole
is treasured as the gateway
its mystery breath
fallen from the trees
and into her red mitten
the visiting moon
returns the moonlight
half-lion and half-pharaoh
mingles with the guests
heart beating so fast
and under my fingernails
acorns and oak trees
sarcophagus lid
sinks low above the treetops
wash it down with beer
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